the book i am reading is marked in
places with a small piece of paper
today is the twentieth
i feel the eyes on me as i tear off another piece
i stick it in the darker, more morbid parts of the book
some of them remind me of how cynical he was
others remind me of how beautiful your soul is
YOU ARE READING
growth, love, and self acceptance.
Poetrypoem collection that explains my past. its about love growth and self acceptance.
