All yours
My heart is
a broken
imitation of
what it used to.
shattered into
tiny bits without
any assurance
of ever gluing it
back together again
but every
part—
every
piece of it
is yours.
YOU ARE READING
Under The Late October Skies
PoetryI am looking for the kind of love that is worthy of me and my words. ☽☀☾ -You will lose yourself in nirvana on this very surface and then- i will teach you how to navigate the stars knowing that even if you lose me, you will find your way back. ...
