I wonder if you still wear my shirt.
I wonder if it still keeps you warm at night.
I wonder if it still gives you the same sense as comfort.
I wonder if you even kept it,
Or perhaps you threw it away along with any trace of our relationship.
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
