The thing is
I never intended to feel anything
yet here I am struggling to forget.
Your lips sealed on my skin
feel like daggers in my mind.
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Paradox
Poetry"The irony of loneliness is we all feel it at the same time." - Rupi Kaur A collection of short poems and prose. All Rights Reserved © K.G. 2022
Daggers
The thing is
I never intended to feel anything
yet here I am struggling to forget.
Your lips sealed on my skin
feel like daggers in my mind.
