So much of me will be left behind on my last day here
Six months I waited for you to want to come back
To see you walk back through these sad glass doors
I have to let go of the place that has me tied to you
Maybe the change in scenery will help me forget you
YOU ARE READING
With Shaking Hands
PoetryWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
