I open a dictionary
and the first thing I find
is you,
begging you to
find me
find me
find me.
YOU ARE READING
anhedonia ✓
Poetry❝ there was something truly wrong with her heart being so constantly exposed to disapointment. she needed to relearn how to feel again-how to breathe without restraint, how to love without having to think about the falling. because god, the fall did...
