Sometimes as fall asleep, I begin to find every bruise on my aching bones or every protruding insecurity and I realize how ignorant I was to think you would ever mend them for me with threads of love because all of my wounds are too deep for even the precious medicine of time to heal.
-A.R.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Inversion
Thơ CaBasically a collection of poems I write that will be updated as soon as my brain returns from haitus.
