When I was younger
My mother told me never to
Look up at the sun
I was curious as to why
So one day I did
And there in that split second
I was blinded by light
Clueless of my surroundings
Left only with the noise
Of my heavy breathing
And
Beating heart
I think that's what happened
When I first saw you
|n.m|~•
YOU ARE READING
the suicide mind
Poetry"and you left me with bad habits like cracking my knuckles and wearing your sweater because the smell of you still lingers. you left me chewing at the skin of my skin on my lips because maybe just maybe if it's gone the taste of you will be too, but...
