A love poem (duh). A pretty friend of mine visited the other day and I caught feelings, how fun. She’s the subject obviously.
what are the lies you repeat to yourself to convince yourself it wasn’t true?
don't look in the mirror. don't listen to those who refuse to see the real you.
don't trust the dysphoria.
shallow breaths
contained in
the musty air of
the unused stairwell
A love poem (duh). A pretty friend of mine visited the other day and I caught feelings, how fun. She’s the subject obviously.
what are the lies you repeat to yourself to convince yourself it wasn’t true?
don't look in the mirror. don't listen to those who refuse to see the real you.
don't trust the dysphoria.
shallow breaths
contained in
the musty air of
the unused stairwell