it's one in the morning
and I'm exhausted with living
with breathing
and thinking
and being
but you
my love
are the oxygen
and the thought
and the reason
so perhaps
I'll stay a little longer
- you give me reasons to try
*to my love*
perhaps you'll never read this
maybe that's a good thing
maybe you shouldn't
but if you do read this
know that this isn't a love poem
it's just me reminding myself
of a promise that I made
a promise I intend to keep
— your heart killer
YOU ARE READING
wilting roses
ПоэзияAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
