I forgot what you said,
But I will never forget how you said it.
I will never forget the anger in your eyes,
Your quivering lips,
Your tears-
Streaming down your face.
I will never forget how you screamed that you hate me,
On top of your lungs-
I will never forget
The 21st of March.
Because that's when you ended us.
I will never forget that day,
Bacause that's also the last time,
That I saw you,
Alive.
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Always on the 13th Hour
PoetryThis is a collection of prose and poetry, and a bunch of thoughts that keeps me awake every night. This is all about what goes on every 13th hour... if that hour even exists.
