i wanted to help you
with every bit of what i have,
i wanted to cradle you,
make you feel okay,
loved,
and cared,
but you keep telling me
not to worry about you anymore,
that you're fine,
that all will be well for you,
but how could i ever believe you
if what's happening to you
and what you're telling me
is what i've been going through
and the same words i've been telling you?
YOU ARE READING
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...
