"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
When I said I wanted to take you out I meant I wanted to see you outside of a bedroom.
I wondered what your face looked like in the sunlight. I wanted to know if you would still smile my way. Would you take long to order food? Were you competitive at games?
I realized I knew nothing about you and that was because We were stuck in a cycle of nothingness And I realized I meant nothingness And I don't do well with meaninglessness So I asked if we could go somewhere...
That was it.
It wasn't that deep
Author's Note I know it's not Wednesday or Friday but your boy is going through it and needs something to take his mind off of it so here you go.
This dedication goes to 3amenigma because she read this whole book and voted on every poem so far 🥺. I see you! Thank you for your support! If you guys vote and comment the next dedication could be you!
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