Because if this is where goodbye is,
where my heart lies frozen with a white chalked outline and warning tape everywhere,
where the color in my eyes has been sucked relentlessly dry of each memory, drops of it covering the crime scene,
where all you had to say was nothing at all,
and i fell apart,
if this is all that, for the love of fucking everything, give me something to make who you are last a little longer inside of me.
I need you, goddamnit.
YOU ARE READING
Roses In The Sun
PoetryA book dedicated to the thoughts that lie beneath the surface of all that I am, all that I will be, and all that I hope to become. A book dedicated to the outcasts, to those who've felt invisible, to those who want to read and fall in love with the...
