how long will it take you to realize
i haven't quite gotten down
how not to love you?
...
i am still me, even with my heart broken. these good things are constants.
dancing.
words and poetry
chocolate milk
rom coms
blasting saturday sun on a drive to nowhere.
my faith,
books with cracked bindings,
people's belly laughs,
and the feel of the ground under my feet.
how gutsy of you to assume you could take even those from me.
YOU ARE READING
ruby
Poetrypoems about the next stage of my life, hopefully about new experiences but also about hanging onto something the heart has desperately longed for and isn't quite ready to give up
