i can't.
i thought i could
find nice things...(in us, not in you)
to make poetry about
but it's 2 am
and i'm lonely,
it's 3 am
and i'm burning out.
i don't wanna let
the hours go by
but it's 4 am
and i'm breaking glass
just like you broke me,
into p i e c e s
it's true that i hate you
but i was hoping
i could be sweet this time
because i also love you.
sweet like candy,
sweet like every bit of me
that's ever touched your
fingertips.
but i'm lost
/bring me back, i'll ask for
nothing more/
and it's 5 am
and i'm crying
because
i can't imagine you
beautifully
/e.g./
YOU ARE READING
cold fingertips (poetry)
Poetryi can hear you crying and i can hear us dying - a poetry book written by a shitty, fucked up girl - (i hope you can feel it as well as you can read it) Copyright © Todos os direitos reservados. Wattpad ™ sexOnDrugs ®
