Butter with no toast
Cinnamon with no apples
Me without you
Nothing makes sense when you're not around
The sun doesn't rise,
Night doesn't come
Days go by slow, everything is wrong
If you never come back,
What am I to do?
Maybe I'm destined to be without you
Where nothing makes sense, but everything feels true
YOU ARE READING
a broken soul, in a hungry body
Poetryeverything written is my personal thoughts and feelings from my experiences, it is all my original work. ⚠️tw⚠️ contains sensitive topics; including but not limited to self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, depression, and sleep paralysis
