12:53pm, 21 june 2018.
something as mundane as a car crash;
it's silly and been in my head for days.
how simple it really is,
jerk the wheel one way or another
and boom:
it could all be over.
it's only the after that stops me.
YOU ARE READING
do you think he sees me as just a pretty face?
شِعرsad sap space babe poetry, 2017-2018 'cause writing it out is medicinal. do you think all he sees is a pretty face, or is that too conceited of me to say? at this point maybe that's the best that it gets.
