he loves me,
but I couldn't
follow along
his train of thoughts.
what he wanted,
what he needed,
was a desert to me.
i don't know
how to read
the words
on his skin,
on his lips,
in his eyes.
it was just a desert
to me.
YOU ARE READING
inside
Poetryher train of thoughts that were secluded from the world and her boyfriend. [lowercase intended] [very, very short poems] [issue #1 of past year trilogy] [started: 22/7/2017] [end: ??/??/??] (reviewed by repulsify, in Majestic Awards account) ~~achie...
