you stopped telling me I'm beautiful
but that's okay
because you're no longer spitting lies
the same way rain spits from the sky
or the way tears pour out of my eyes
YOU ARE READING
quarter to dawn {poetry}
Poetrya collection of poems. you ask me why i like art and i tell you that the water colours bleed prettier than my wrists
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you stopped telling me I'm beautiful
but that's okay
because you're no longer spitting lies
the same way rain spits from the sky
or the way tears pour out of my eyes
