I asked you
to listen to my song
to me
there is no oxygen
in the room
but you
don't need it
to breathe
and I can't breathe
I can't sing
with my heart on the floor
the echo of your voice
the only thing
you hear
YOU ARE READING
Confessions of a Good Girl: A Poetry Collection
PoetryPoetry from my life written between ages 16 and the present.