. . .
i'm doing algebra
one warm saturday night
with Isaac Dunbar's
"God, this feels good"
Blasting on repeat
in my headphones
and suddenly
i'm a breath away
from having a mental breakdown
Suddenly i just wanna cry
and i dont even know why
. . .
A/n
Seriously, wtf is going on in my life--
YOU ARE READING
Palette
PoetryPerhaps one day these barely coherent 4am thoughts jotted down wherever my pen leded hand found suit in the darkness of my bedroom like haphazard splotches of paint wiped off because suddenly my brush feels to heavy to hold on to so i keep i...
