I can't stop the images,
Rolling into my mind like waves.
They recede and flow back in,
When I least expect it.
Air sucks into my lungs,
Every time I remember.
I can't stop thinking about it.
I miss you.
YOU ARE READING
REALITY
PoetryPoetry for those few souls that long for realness our world lacks Written not for reads but a place where I can write my feelings so I can attempt understand them myself. ••• To the boy that changed me. Heartbreak or not, you will live on in my burn...
