but nothing will compare to that time we sat and it felt like the butterflies were growling to be set free.
i want to feel that again.
i want to feel the crisp air blow through my hair.
i want to hear you call my name
and tell me that you think i'm insane.
i don't mind
because i will take your words in any form
and that will be my weakness.
YOU ARE READING
becoming myself (book 2 to poems)
Poetryi'm still healing and i've learned that that's okay.
