while he is a shark
he will not come for you
when you spill your blood
a/n: i cried in class today because your sleeves rode up. i wish you loved yourself even a sliver of how much i love you.
YOU ARE READING
The Skin On Our Bones
Poetry"i have a feeling this might be a big mistake, or maybe, if we're lucky- something star-crossed." a small collection of poems written by a silly girl.
