i use to keep one side of my bed
made up in case one day it'd
be the place where you'd lay.
now i lay in the middle,
taking up as much space as possible
because i know that you won't be here
to fill the empty space.
you won't be here to hold me together
while everything inside of me is breaking.
i long for you to be here with me,
where we could both be safe,
glued to each other to keep us
from falling apart.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl Who Weeped Like A Willow
Poesiathis is a book of poetry that will be updated regularly. it holds my deepest thoughts and feelings. some poems will have trigger warnings. this collection of poems is based off of heartbreak and losing someone who means the world to you but also los...
