you are a distant memory.
for days, months, weeks,
ive tried to remember what your touch feels like
how deep you take your breaths
how your eyes flutter when youre sleeping
how you whispered you loved me after you hit me
YOU ARE READING
I swore to god I was going to change, and this is it.
PoetryThese are the thoughts from my mind put into words. Enjoy.
distant
you are a distant memory.
for days, months, weeks,
ive tried to remember what your touch feels like
how deep you take your breaths
how your eyes flutter when youre sleeping
how you whispered you loved me after you hit me