my independence is not my choice
but maybe that's 'cause i don't have a voice
people come and go
and i've just learned the flow
don't rely
because then you'll deny
misunderstanding and assumptions
freestanding and discussions
my ears are terrified
of the things my back has heard about me
and my spine probably wields
a dictionary of adjectives describing me
i know the way gossip works
and i know about the lack of forks
so i hope you know
how hard i try
and that you'll need to take the initiative
or else we'll be saying goodbye
~~dedicated to all the friends i've left behind and all of my future friends~~
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
