when i stopped hearing your voice,
it left a huge wound in my heart,
when i stopped seeing your smile,
i realized my own hands ruined my art,
when i stopped seeing you,
and you stopped talking to me,
was it to give me space,
or are you setting me free?
because the lesser i see you,
the more it felt like i was given the cold shoulder,
i'm overcomplicating and overthinking the situation,
and i'm starting to feel sorry for being a bother,
the whole situation became out of hand,
and you are starting to slip away,
i feel absolutely shit about myself,
that i can't bring myself to stay,
the fact that you are fine
with me not being around,
says a lot of what i actually am,
you are starting to slip from my reach,
because of your blood on my hands.
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
