i hate how i have to look away when our eyes meet.
i hate how i don't smile at you anymore.
i hate how i'm stuck with a million and one memories about you.i didn't realise how much i missed you until today,
when you got up to draw on the board
and i was stabbed in the heart.you still draw your twos the same.
YOU ARE READING
where's my mind / poetry, oneshots etc.
Poetrywriting like i'm running out of time; like i need it to survive.