You taste of distance and longing.
You look like the embodiment of past,
and my eyes can never quite focus with you on my mind.
Remembering your laugh hurts and feels like a dream, it feels like what I would imagine remembering a past life would feel like.
I'm not even sure you were ever real.
I can't remember your eyes.
But what hurts more is that you probably can't remember mine.
A/N
Aayyy, so it's been awhile, sorry.
I know this is a mess but I've been a mess lately so I think it's fitting.
Anyway I'm gonna try to post more,
I know you've heard that before but
I've got some weird motivations write
so I'm gonna use it.
Thanks.
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The Mind of a Teenage Outcast
Poetry//My second poetry book// Poetry about Depression/Self harm/Anxiety/Suicide and generally sensitive topics Possibly triggering Please read my first poetry book Brøken/Depressed Pøems Thanks *my own poems* Rankings - #221 in poem ...
