i didn’t say you could write a poem about me!
Love love love and I thought it was going toward those depression demons…
I really like this poem. It reminds me of how I get anxiety pretty badly at night, then it goes away in the morning with the sun.
I don’t know why it happens.
What kind of ice cream, pray tell?
This is my FAVORITE.
I feel this in my dark, frozen by ice cream, soul.