I have forgotten how your voice sounds.
The way it turns around itself, spinning words, and your laugh, your precious laugh.
And most of the days that's okay.
But right now,
My heart craves you
And our fucked up relationship
You somehow labeled as love
YOU ARE READING
you could call it poetry
Puisipoetry I. just a small collection of poetry, thoughts, excerpts and playlists... they get better after a while ☆ please do not forget to vote if you like it ☆ please do not steal
