i reached out, but your hand ebbed away. my heart spilled into my hands and bled. bled for the one that got away and went astray. my silent pleas floated in the air around us; please don't leave 𝚖̶𝚎̶. but neither my cold blood nor my pleas reached you in time as your footsteps retreated, despite my pleading cries.
~ i bled for you
YOU ARE READING
everything i didn't say
PoetryThe ache in my heart is spilled within these pages. Untold tales of hurt, loss, grief, struggles, redemption, hope and love haunt chapters of this book.
