every time since
every time i start to enjoy myself
i can't help but think
maybe it'll be tomorrow
maybe tomorrow he'll wake up
and just never talk to me again
maybe this is it
maybe this is the last
it could happen again
it's happening again
you took that from me
(in)security
how do you expect me
to believe that it
wont happen again
- in all the ways the touch of your fingertips will forever be etched into my skin, i will never not feel your fingers burned around my neck
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Afterglow ✓ (#Wattys2019)
Poetry❝Last night, I was drunk on your words. This morning, I am hungover on your silence.❞ || BEST RANKING: #1 in poetry book || #17 in poems || #51 in poetry
