a lifetime ago, a little girl started typing away on her phone way past her bedtime. and she didn't know what she was writing, or what it was based on, or what the meaning behind it was. all she knew was that it felt right; it felt true.
she was inspired by the boy with curly hair who she just met, the boy who she was brave enough to talk to, the boy who no longer remembers her name.
now that little girl is all grown up. all the boys who once inspired her now make her laugh, because how could she ever think about them like that? her forced and structured writing style makes her cringe a bit, too, but then she smiles, because god, that girl was so fucking depressed. but look! look at this pretty thing that sad girl created! look how she turned something so ugly into something so beautiful!
there's something very human about that, i think.
YOU ARE READING
rose petals and soccer balls
Poesiathe first volume of poetry i've ever created. for everyone who's ever been heartbroken. i see you. • strong lowercase usage • (if cover photo belongs to you, let me know for credit!!)
