I immortalized you
in my poetry
at the same time
I'm exiling you
to live only in the pages
of my notebook
for immortality always has a price
you are no longer welcome
in my head or my heart
you are undead to me
YOU ARE READING
Oblivion
ŞiirSome people are like black holes - loving them is oblivion Isn't it scary how much damage one person can do? This is for the one who broke me. This is me trying to put the pieces back together. Healing through poetry. #tsc22 . . A collection of my p...
