you were a good kid
that i wish i hadn't met
in the way that we did
cause she just makes me want to forget
a bittersweet promise
made only in late night hours
with a never made kiss
and hypothetical flowers
a soft and stolen broken comfort
that's carefully hidden away
all the more feelings to sort
when i don't ask you to stay
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
