this time was different
there was no promise to love me forever
and you didn't.
your eyes fall away from mine
and my body seethes
as you brush past me
bodies always warm
kissing the frost away
and now you're gone
winter finally falls
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
