We fell backwards
Enough times for me to know your pillows would always catch me.
And it was so alluring that I hadn't realized
Chopping blocks
Were also places people like you put people like me to rest.
Do not blame mice, they think they are safe and in love
Author's Note
The dedication today belongs to the one and only herbstwald just because she's always here and commenting and it means a lot to me! I see your support and thank you! I'm glad you're liking the poems so far!
Uploading these poems have been the best thing for me this quarantine to be honest. It's not how I imagined my rollout but it's fun nonetheless! See you guys next week!
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Today I Passed Your House And Realized I Wasn't Over You
Poetry"It isn't until we are falling, I think, that we realize just how high we once were." a poetry collection reflecting on the fall, written while falling. completed
