i was greedy
i used up all of my tears
too early
and now i have none left
all i am left with now
is a cabinet of painkillers
and a drug addiction
nobody told me
that this apple was full
of caterpillars
(a/n: i'm not actually a drug addict lol it's a metaphor)
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...
