i've shed so many tears,
that now none will come out.
and now when i'm sad,
my heart stops,
and my brain bleeds,
and my lungs sing songs
about what salt water
used to feel like
pouring down my face
YOU ARE READING
quarter to dawn {poetry}
Puisia collection of poems. you ask me why i like art and i tell you that the water colours bleed prettier than my wrists
7
i've shed so many tears,
that now none will come out.
and now when i'm sad,
my heart stops,
and my brain bleeds,
and my lungs sing songs
about what salt water
used to feel like
pouring down my face
