Poems from Ilyse11
to the person in the mirror: that’s not me
it doesn’t align with the person in my mind i see
sometimes i want
to listen to the same song over and over
to get a buzzcut
to move to italy
to cry
to make a friend
to grow up
to stay...
always with a certain smell
you know someone has read the book you are reading,
they have flipped through the pages
and gifted them to...