i have trouble breathing
whenever i think of the fact that i'll never be yours
you just moved me out of your life,
like you're the eraser and i'm just fragile paper
ready to be ripped apart from the fact that u erase me awaybut why did you do it?
i want to be with you,
so badly
YOU ARE READING
01. poppyseed
Poetry🌾 about people, little moments, bumblebees, universe and made-up words