What is it with the night
where all our thoughts come to light
even when it's dark outside?
When I recount all the things you've said
try to get them out of my head
and trying to figure out what was the truth
I can't help but think we're done
and how bad I want to run
but I'd be more like you then than I'd ever want
YOU ARE READING
thoughts and kind-of-sort-of prose
PoesiaA compilation of "poetry" and stuff that I've written. TW: suicide, self harm, depression, assault, violence -please let me know if there are others. -thx
