the paper
that once suited
as the bearer of our love
is crumpled,
it is ripped at the edges,
it carries the weight
of the consequences
of the colours
of the fireworks
we used to love—
together.
YOU ARE READING
anhedonia ✓
Poetry❝ there was something truly wrong with her heart being so constantly exposed to disapointment. she needed to relearn how to feel again-how to breathe without restraint, how to love without having to think about the falling. because god, the fall did...
