maybe it's not you
maybe you're not the reason i'm blue
maybe i'm not hung up over you.
maybe it was that week
that makes me cry till i'm "good as new"
i think it's just from the thought
the idea of fucking losing you
i already miss me
i don't want to miss you too
but hell i can't stop thinking
about the beautiful night i spent dreaming
with my heart in your hands
i don't understand
and i'm losing
my
mind.
oh god here i go...
YOU ARE READING
butterfly kisses and sorrow misses
Poetryi don't know yet i just need to put these things that are in my head onto paper or i might lose my mind have i already lost it? poems I wrote as the clouds were brewing.
