Trace your fingers along the wall
To remind yourself you can feel
Let the tears stream down your cheeks and the heart that sits in your chest pound with emotion
Stare at who you once thought you were until your eyes sting and try to convince those around you that you are crying
Let the cold blood run through your veins like the pipes that lay underneath your home, and let the inside be cleaned spotless of every broken memory and discontinued adventures
YOU ARE READING
please don't tell my mom I stole her car in 2015 to drive to Chicago at 4 a.m.
Poetry"we don't read and write poetry because it's cute. we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race."
