our ending felt like death
like knives stabbed in heart,
it was hard to take a breath -
it was hard to have a fresh start
our ending felt like pouring rain
like being betrayed by a friend,
it was hard to stop feeling pain -
it was hard to accept that it's an end
our ending felt like goodbye
like a starting of cold winter,
i felt like i'm about to die -
but i have only turned bitter.
YOU ARE READING
dandelion in a storm
Poetrya collection of poems by me to read whenever you feel happy, sad, cozy, or just in the right mood. 🕊 - find me on instagram: @elizabethbagirov cover by: @flowsofly
