It feels
Like I am ripping out my insides
Every time we speak
And instead
Of answering
You look at them
And write notes
In a book I do not get to see
At this point
I'd take ink and paper
Over the emptiness
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
It feels
Like I am ripping out my insides
Every time we speak
And instead
Of answering
You look at them
And write notes
In a book I do not get to see
At this point
I'd take ink and paper
Over the emptiness
it would probably be easier to swallow if she wasn't a poet too
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