You're getting ready to come back arent you?
To see if my heart is still made of the salt water from the little part of the beach we made our own.
To see if my brain is still cluttered and stacked to the brim with your little sweet nothings.
Maybe even to see if my palms, my lips, and my skin still have you on them like some kind of sick and twisted tattoo.
There's no tell tale sign that you're on your way.
Just that feeling in my heart.
The string that's tied to it slacks up, telling me youve turned around and started running towards me instead.
YOU ARE READING
Bitter
PoetryFor when my thoughts get too bitter for my own head - Not chronological and probably only feels emotional to me. But #idc
