2.Her memory,to me,is like my favorite jumper.
It could be bloodstained from the chaos caused by the war between our hearts,
Or the knives we slid into each other's hearts.
It could be sweat-stained-stinking from the love we'd make in the miles we ran.
It could smell rotten,because our love,now,is a dead degrading corpse.
It could be too big for me to fit into.
Yes,
Her memory to me is like my favourite jumper.
It could mean a million other things,
BUT I SHALL NEVER TAKE IT OFF.
-CHEWANG
YOU ARE READING
LITERALLY A COLLECTION OF POETRY AND RANDOM SHIT.
PoetryShe used to say it would really make her feel great if I ever wrote a book so here I am but we are not. Jotting down everything I feel.
