getting that feeling
where all you can do is hold your breath
and think
and feel
and it’s horrible because you forget
you always forget
and you can only remember
once you feel the burn in your lungs
in your throat
and you release a breath
far larger than any you’d released that day
and it scares you
and it happens again
Café de flore
I don't want to be alive right now
eyes a septic kind of green
skin a paper-colored sheen
that covers up all of the things
I don’t want you to see in me
time is going too fast and I can’t keep up. the month seems to go by in a blink but the days are long. one day you wake up and realize a full month has passed, and you have nothing. you don’t have many memories, you don’t have the potential to do anything, and you don’t have many reasons to be here anymore.
21F & tired. my old poems are seriously so bad. idk what this is turning into. I just want someone to talk to. open dms
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