Feb 2014
The boy that’s stuck to my insides,
has painted himself
in the walls of my brain,
has jammed his spirit
into my pores,
and filled my phone with his name.
----
He wandered into my mind
without me knowing
and planted
a thought in me
and now i can't stop
thinking about him.
has painted himself
in the walls of my brain,
has jammed his spirit
into my pores,
and filled my phone with his name.
----
He wandered into my mind
without me knowing
and planted
a thought in me
and now i can't stop
thinking about him.
Two separate incomplete poems I found in my journal and I noticed how they talked about someone being stuck in my head.
