The after effects of trauma are a curious thing.
We're walking to the cafe you keep telling me about.
"Do you love me?" I ask.
You've said yes three times already.
I'm sorry for asking.
The after effects of trauma are a curious thing.
I'm folding laundry.
The detergent reminds me of a not so far off place I used to be.
I can't breathe.
The after effects of trauma are a curious thing.
I think I see somebody I used to know in the crowd.
Can we leave now?
It's never who I think.
The after effects of trauma are a curious thing.
I awake screaming a name you don't recognize.
I didn't mean to wake you.
I don't go back to sleep for three days.
The after effects of trauma are a curious thing.
We're sitting in your room.
"Do you love me?" I ask.
You've said yes three times already.
I'm sorry for being such a bother.
The after effects of trauma are a curious thing.
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The Boy That Never Forgot Their Name
PoesiaStep into the life of a mystery in this poetry collection exploring romance, death,pain, and creatures out of this realm. Forget what you have learned of heartbreak and ghosts because when you walk into the forest I promise that you will know the tr...
