august
31/07/2023
all these words of love my trail of joy but my head hurts and i can’t remember i can write over them but i think i’ll never be able to touch them again i felt that last time it’s august tomorrow and i am scared of the week and they were right when they said my room would be cold but i didn’t expect it like this my body is hot and wet and if i close my eyes it’s blood not sweat because i am tired of working just to feel how i think i did before it’s august tomorrow and i am scared of the week and when they said it was lonely i laughed i was already alone but i should have apologised i am sorry they felt like that i am sorry you felt like that i’m so sorry i feel like this every groan of the same bed he was in i brush my fingertips on the soft cotton but my head hurts and i can still remember i can always remember I shouldn’t have apologised then I’ll never apologise again
hiiii. Old poem from 2 years ago which I was supposed to upload before midnight but alas. Happy August. It will be okay but it will be different.



"it’s august tomorrow
and i am scared of the week
and they were right when they said my room would be cold
but i didn’t expect it like this"❤️❤️❤️🩹❤️🩹