I can't keep myself awake much longer. My elixir warms me, and lures my once sleepy body into a false alertness.
It's sweet in a way only I could love, and only in a way my mother can make.
Late night studying, and early, bus rides, keeping me from slipping away.
Red lip stains on white mugs and hand prints on a black thermos stick forever, and I can never understand how they're kept clean.
YOU ARE READING
lavender curses
Poetrythis is my poetry. not all of these poems are god, some of them were just what i was feeling. ❗T W❗self harm and eating disorders
