I miss her
All the time I miss her.
When it starts to creep in
The feeling
That I'm never going to see her again. I freeze.
And then it subsides back down.
Because I have to make it.
If not, it can consume me.
As if I have the ability to lock an ocean away inside my chest,
And if I allow it to unlock
My chest will swarm with dark seas
That spread through my veins;
Out my ears and eyes.
And then,
I'm not sure if I could lock it again.
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growing pains
PoesíaVarious poems of sadness, love, and heartbreak. Short stories of young adult hood, growing mature, and realism of life that society often doesn't prefer to speak of out loud. Learn to grow through the pain.
