Poems from etimms
There's something really wonderful
About not being able to breathe
About your muscles ripping
Tearing through your skin
About your lungs...
He's
starting to look at me
the way you did
and i'm still
hesistating,
waiting for you
to look at me again.
My hair
is something that I hope he fell in love with second
because I feel beautiful when little strands
fly around my face when I walk...