and then you'd text me when you're high
as if nothing has changed
and words turned to fluids that we exchanged
from mouth to mouth, never run dry.
but i'd know that you'll never like me
in a way that made you smile
when something reminds you of me,
as i'd smile when something reminds me of you; i understand.
because who would really choose
a wildflower sprouting from weeds,
in a field of rose?
or maybe that's why
you only text me when you're high
YOU ARE READING
messages
Poetrythis is for you. (a/n: once i'm done with this collection, i'm officially done posting! my life must continue into highschool and i'm afraid i won't have much time for wattpad... but rock on, still, all of you!) (high school update: 2 years left.)
