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most days i try cracking every bone and my neck only ever whispers and each finger wraps around it, wondering what goes through someone's mind when they push their fingers down their throat (i could guess) bored and uninspired goodbyes are hard to get right, at least pretend you like to kiss me goodnight and **** it, maybe i should eat more so my body image starts to match my perception or something like that i don't care I need the sun or the beams that come from your eyes when you're really in love, or at least pretend to be sorry i'm still sometimes insecure, i'm not asking for any reassurance
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
stoopid droopy eyes dreaming of couches as usual
most days i try cracking every bone and my neck only ever whispers and each finger wraps around it, wondering what goes through someone's mind when they push their fingers down their throat (i could guess) bored and uninspired goodbyes are hard to get right, at least pretend you like to kiss me goodnight and **** it, maybe i should eat more so my body image starts to match my perception or something like that i don't care I need the sun or the beams that come from your eyes when you're really in love, or at least pretend to be sorry i'm still sometimes insecure, i'm not asking for any reassurance
molly-whateva
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
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