We were toxic
But we didn't mean to
Made of plastic
We never were two
Late at night I'm crying
Wondering what I've done
To make this not worth lasting
While listening to Post Malone
You are not better now
Our feelings are yet to disappear
Written in a bottle with a bow
I still need you here
YOU ARE READING
numb.
Poetrya place to "unthink", to hide, clinging to your thoughts, melting your soul with mine.
