i can pretend i don't hurt
until the day my energy fades
sadness could blanket everything
on a particularly rainy day
can you feel the shift between you and i?
"yeah, i've been okay. but what about you?"
i'll rest your head against my chest everyday
but i could never tell you the truth
that's because i love you.
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
