Poems from chungheather
I'm sitting at the window of a 23 story hotel.
It's 2 a.m. and I finally recovered a way to keep my mind off of you.
I scan the building...
Navy blue sheets, crisp at the touch
they crumble and tussle and fold with us.
As you breath on my neck and
rain taps on my window,
I...
It hurts a lot.
From the stinging of my eyes to the aching in my chest.
And the bruises on my ribs and scattered across my shins.
I still...