i keep telling myself im better
to the point where im no longer sure
if im lying or not
YOU ARE READING
flutter
Poetryhis cruel words were said without stutter as he left me alone without giving me the chance to even mutter so all i can do now is pick my torn apart heart out of the gutter as i spread my singed wings in the hopes to grasp the clouds as i flutter ⭐◾⭐...
better
i keep telling myself im better
to the point where im no longer sure
if im lying or not
