̶ ̶ lxxxviii. MY BIGGEST FEAR.
and i scream please stay while reaching my hand out in a black coated room that makes me feel
suffocated
and numb
and alone
and everything i've ever been scared of.
losing you was always my first.
YOU ARE READING
soon.
Poetryxvi, april. (i). cotton mouth with a heavy heart. © playlist poetry h.r. : #47
