if I go back to the times I couldn't breathe,
With laughter and tears from smiling,
When my lungs ached and so did my heart
from loving you,
I keep thinking you still are that person,
With the wide eyes and stubble,
Not the clean shaven razor that ripped me up.
YOU ARE READING
Notes To You
PoetryWords that fill my brain, while I lie staring at a bright screen, with a red filled arrow beside your name.
