i guess it's because of the fifth cup of coffee i had today,
or the anxiety caused by unsaid words from you;
literally,
you stopped completely
and left me wondering what happened,
left me guessing,
maybe because the longer it intertwines,
the harder it is to untangle yourself from me,
i cannot force to pull you back,
if you wanted to cut yourself from me,
i cannot stop you from doing so,
even if it leaves me in a tangled mess.
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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...
