Our legs tied up in bed sheets
But my arms are only filled with air.
Glad half empty
glass half full
The rest spilt on the table.
Water dripping off of every edge
It never seems to stop
Sometimes I miss you
Or maybe it's just the ghost you left in my head.
Like a footprint in the newly fallen snow.
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Poems
PoetryThis is not a story!! This is a collection of poems that help me express what I'm thinking. I'm a trans man (ftm) and I like to write about it on here along with my mental health stuff. So have fun *****warning****** Tiggers May include: Depression ...
