sigh.
and i miss your warm palm flat on my arm, cold eyes burning holes through my face.
sigh.
It's a constant cycle forgetting and remembering and needing and hating; this needs to stop.
sigh.
but i can't stop the melancholic heaviness that fills my heart when you fall away from me.
sigh.
I'll continue to bite my tongue until it's almost too late, half of a little is better than none.
a/n: dedicated to bella13mira and arkellsmusic i love these angels
YOU ARE READING
wordlings
Poetryi like words. so i write them. now you have to read them. cover by -daisukii
