loving you ate at me
like i was the last source of energy for two wilting soulsyet somehow while everything else flourished
our love diedso effortless at first sight
an effort less plightwe pulled the plug
left it to die
breathe its' last breath
it was finally gonei walked out
for the first time ever
finally free
YOU ARE READING
flowers on my skin [ poetry ]
Poetrystrung together shower thoughts from a perspective of someone who is trying to be