THIRTY-TWO
let go of me after all this time
I cannot pinpoint
when my heart started to beat for you.
I just know that when I hold your hand
in mine, all I can think is
how much it is going to hurt when I have
to let go.
Tell me something about your week!
𐎀 So far this week, my boyfriend & I moved in together, I entered another poetry anthology, & I did a complete deep clean of my room.
May
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PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. Here, I will speak the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists. First poetry collection i...
