Pathetic.
this word sits on the tip of my tongue, like a drop of lemon juice, sweetly sour.
i try to swallow it, but it burns on the way down.
i wish i could change; wake myself up from this repetitive cycle, but once again i am back at the beginning.
suffocating myself with memories and these parts of me are aching for them to reoccur; i keep drowning myself in your scent and the feeling of your arms tightly wrapped around me.
i remember looking out upon the city; you behind me with your arms coiled around my waist, you'd whisper "you're so beautiful" in my ear. i wouldn't believe you and then you'd spin me around and kiss my lips so softly.
this was probably one of my favourite memories that i have.
they're her memories now.
Pathetic.
i know
-kenzie
YOU ARE READING
numb.
Poetrythese are the words inside my head that i sometimes just need to get out. and hopefully you enjoy reading them
