you left before and i let you back in,
then it happened again,
and again.
so why was i surprised
when you sat me down
and told me you were leaving again.
YOU ARE READING
Muddled
PoetryA collection of (ish) poetry for 2019. I guess this is the physical display of my muddled thoughts thorughout the year. I hope they make sense to someone one day. Enjoy, I guess.