i always end up making it worse.
for the first time in my life,
i don't wanna come home.
I'm on the run
my place is nowhere.
i want to live on a bus
because i like the journey
or the illusion of free will or whatever.
once again,
the earth moves around the sun
and i stay still
hoping that when she turns again
I'll come back.
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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...
