a part of me
still doesn't want
to live life
without you in it
the rest of me
is disgusted.
with you,
what you did,
even with myself -
for missing you
despite it all.
YOU ARE READING
This Is Where You Learn to Move On
PoetryThe random thoughs, the missing pieces of puzzles that I will never click together. Bits and pieces that won't end up in a manuscript. Highest Ranking: 16 in Poetry cover credits to the outstanding @eccentriphilia
