You stole everything from me.
My eyes,
my lungs,
my stomach,
my legs.
And because you never gave them back,
I learned to live without them,
just like I learned to live without you.
YOU ARE READING
the city
Poetryand no matter how much you water scorched grass and withering weeds, you will never make a garden re-grow -M.R c.2016
Late Night
You stole everything from me.
My eyes,
my lungs,
my stomach,
my legs.
And because you never gave them back,
I learned to live without them,
just like I learned to live without you.
