oh i wish she'd look at me the way i look at her,
oh i wish she'd think about me the way i think about her,
oh i wish i were an ever-growing thunderstorm raging in her mind,
wreaking havoc as she does in mine.
it hurts my chest to breathe,
spring is near, and flowers are blooming within my ribs,
perhaps this lit cigarette will burn them to the ground,
and maybe one day i'll feel something.
is that asking for too much?
- ever-growing
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growing wings | Completed
Poetry❝my freedom was at the cost of my sanity❞ how far would you go to earn your freedom, if it meant stripping away your happiness and losing your mind. freedom does not mean liberat...
