favourite words they either make us or break us i wonder when we started turning them into memories of people who didn't remember us
when did we start turning words into a ticket for all - one word traded unevenly for our souls
when did the word "love" begin to get tangled up with you? you call me "lovely," not knowing it's my favourite word; i wonder if i should tell you and then i wonder how much humans are capable of wrecking.
favourite words they either make me or break me i wonder when i started turning them into memories of someone who actually loves me.
a/n: thankyou so much for reading! **Any thoughts on this poem?