i guess the saddest things are always delivered in the prettiest packaging
who knew that my 6'4 dream would leave
who knew that when you said you wanted to celebrate an anniversary you meant end any others
who knew that day that you would give up
who knew i would get dressed up to end up alone at in my empty car
crying because i believed it was all real
i blame you for it all
all of my time lost
dresses bought
hours spent dreaming of our future
it was all so nice
until you burnt it to ashes
YOU ARE READING
I miss him
Poetryhere lies a chronicle of grief, sadness, and personal emotion i hope it might make someone feel less alone
