im tired of falling in love with every girl on the street
just because i can't have you.
I'm tired of searching for your eyes in every pair i see.
i thought i forgot you,
but something tells me
i won't be able to look at you
without cursing you
for pulling at the thread that will unfold me in a messy clew.
still, please don't stop doing that.
maybe when the last inch of me is loosened
you'll have in your hand
the other end of me,
maybe you pulled so much
it led me to you.
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notes app of a teenage girl
PoetryI depend on words and commas: a sleepy french toast and my lover's perfect flaws. a collection of poems, songs, thoughts, stories, and made-up scenarios of an Italian queer teenage girl who finds comfort in writing. I apologize for any errors, engli...
