pining for you, after all, is useless if i don't have courage deep down.
and i don't.
yet i don't want to allow myself to move on, just yet. maybe not ever.
and i want to cry but my eyes are dry,
nothing comes out.
writing for you is all i can do, after all.
we cannot be together in the end.
r.k.
YOU ARE READING
Meathead Monologue
PoetryI wanted everyone and everything; all the time and all at once. [volume ii] [poetry and prose] [2017-2019]
