Jan 21, 2018
no, I don't want a title. thank you
teach me how to love outside of hospitals at 3 am, listless romance brushing past. walking down these halls feels like floating with nothing to hold onto.
don't let go, don't let me go, don't leave me here with trimmed flowers and translucent curtains. looking out but unable to see in. lay me down in the dark and cut open my eyes until I can look past this.
no bleeding
no tears
no water on paper