They told me to forget and move on.
I didn't listen.
And that's why I'm still up, an hour past midnight, crying into a pillow I once shared with you.
YOU ARE READING
Purple poems
Poetry"And if a genie were to come come and tell her she had one wish, she would wish for the world to slow down, and for the pain to finally stop." #17 in tired 8/8/18
