it felt like the end of a movie.
the sound of the waves
tugging back at one another,
the wind of the rolled down car
window pushing all of my
lonely thoughts around
in my head and in my hair.
i don't know why i still
think of you, enveloped
in nostalgia. you
were just another one of
those fleeting moments,
and that's okay sometimes.
sometimes.
-- I'm sick of wishing I was somebody else
YOU ARE READING
Afterglow ✓ (#Wattys2019)
Poetry❝Last night, I was drunk on your words. This morning, I am hungover on your silence.❞ || BEST RANKING: #1 in poetry book || #17 in poems || #51 in poetry
