I'm writing his letter
yet I'm not sure why
just because he asked me,
right? wrong.
because I wanted to tell him everything
and hope to god he feels the same
and hope to god that one day
he'll put his hands around my waist
and send me into outer space
kiss me right across the stairs
destroy me with his devilish glares
YOU ARE READING
Skitzo Sketch
PoetryThis is a collection of my original poems. They contain ideas and laments about love, pain, self harm/hate, suicide, mental illness, and more. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** when *** shows up beware of that piece
