8:11 am
i was just lying there,
too numb to realize
that i was freezing and
too tired to realize i was in water.
i couldn't remember how to move,
how to get up.
i had this hollow feeling in my chest,
a black hole that was devouring
every good thing i had been.
and beyond my head was a paper boat,
one of the boats he had made me.
it sailed away on ripples that
were coming from my
shivering body.
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intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poetry[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
