i used to think you'd be the one
who'd save me.
i would murmur it into your lips—
you, my saving grace,
my light at the end
of the tunnel.
eventually,
i realized you were never
my light
at all.
you weren't
the breaking of day
after a long night.
you,
you were the cruel gray
in human form.
you were the darkness
surrounding me.
YOU ARE READING
how the words come
Poetry"this is the poetry that has come from finally realizing it is okay to be okay but also not okay at the same time." ~ 'how the words come' tells the story of overcoming the aftermath of an emotionally abusive relationship. the book is separated into...
