i told you one time that you haunt me.
you apologized.
sitting here now, in between the rubble and boxes, i wish i would have said your ghost is still in my room.
you know i cant bring you with me, right? i say to the empty space you stood right before you changed your mind. i know.
you know if i could i would, but you cant pack a ghost.
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its cold here.
YOU ARE READING
Bitter
PoetryFor when my thoughts get too bitter for my own head - Not chronological and probably only feels emotional to me. But #idc
