We keep pretending everything is good.
Like you aren't leaving.
But every time our time together ends
The clock keeps ticking
And my heart keeps closing.
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The Result Of Shame
PoetryA poetic outburst of raw feelings and deep thoughts about my experiences, relationships, love, and sadness over the course of a year. A quiet place to put my loud mind. The details of a damaged soul. An end and a beginning. The result of shame... ...
limit.
We keep pretending everything is good.
Like you aren't leaving.
But every time our time together ends
The clock keeps ticking
And my heart keeps closing.
