I used to collect rocks as a kid
A lot like how i used to collect friends
I liked to break them open,
they were sparkling and beautiful
Friends were different
Friends were the hammers
I am still cracked
I am still bleeding
Am I beautiful yet?
From: Hanako.
To: You know who you are.
YOU ARE READING
letters unsent.
PoésieI'm going to fall a lot before I learn to fly. (The recent poems are better.) -------- .˚ ᵎ┊͙ ⋆*☁️ ⓒ fallen-spector
