Poems from willowaur
There's a boy I know
That mostly sticks to his own,
He doesnt speak much
But hald assed insults,
He closes his eyes
More often than all of...
Digging through my mind,
Searching for the reasoning behind
'Why can't I?'
Too much of my scalp beneath my fingernails.
He had the weight
of the world on his
shoulders,
but the universe
on his mind.
How have I
already been
through loss,
yet not love?
I don't know what I'm doing or
what I have been doing
or what I want to do
but it's coming to an end and
I'm unsure