Julia, Julia
To not know
your name would be
sweeter
Than the taste of it
falling off
my tongue
Like it hasn't done so
a thousand times
before
I would like to forget it
not you
but what you're called
To me you were
everything but your
name
Yet I can never cleanse
my pallet of it
it's like it never left .
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Blind Poets
PoetryPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
