stop it
you're filling up my airways
with fake oxygen
telling me i need you to breathe
but i don't
i don't need you at all
you're a fake.
YOU ARE READING
cigarettes and sunsets
Poetrya collection of poems filled with love, heartbreak and tragedy. the world has a bad habit of keeping serious things locked away in order to maintain happiness, I desire to search for these hidden things and let them be found. illustrations by Robyn...
