your laughter was golden
your hands home
to the orange ladybugs that flew between the blades of grass,
your love was deciduous but helped the hydrangeas to bloom;
your lungs soft from inhaling the summer wind.
you deserve an apology but i
do not deserve to open my mouth
when any of the words i could speak
could never even compare to the beauty of your mind
YOU ARE READING
horribly beautiful ✔️
Poesíapeople write about things that do not happen. they will romanticize this world in hopes of filling themselves up. they write like their words are food. but i have always written to empty myself completely. i will romanticize feeling nothing. jun...
