Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2014
there are no galaxies

underneath my skin.

i am not a collection

of stardust and

unbound potential.

i am brittle bones and

ugly bruises.

i am

a mess.
-- 2:01 am
chelsea
Written by
chelsea  the edge of nowhere.
(the edge of nowhere.)   
397
   ---, --- and r
Please log in to view and add comments on poems