You said your life starts and ends with me,
Beyond me there is nothing for you here on Earth,
Nothing mattered if you couldn't have me,
You said you couldn't exist without me,
So when we ended what we had,
Why the fuck were you still alive?
YOU ARE READING
17th Street.
PoetryThese are short poems I wrote throughout my 17th street of life and it was the only way I deemed fit for me to heal and ascend out of all the love and heartbreak and loss I've had to deal with. I wrote them in hopes that one day I'd get to look back...
