a n g r y
I lie in bed
Fingers curled around the blankets
Thinking of him
His voice echoes in my head
Deep and throaty
His touch lingers on my skin
I miss the warmth of his hands
I miss the comfort of his hugs
His eyes, an ocean blue
We'd lay under the stars
Gazing at constellations
While having deep conversations
But...he severed our connection
The connection brought me out of depression
The connection that revived his personality
I'm so angry.
Angry at his fluffy chestnut hair
Angry at his lush plump lips
He said he couldn't handle me
But the truth is far from that
The truth is powerful and brilliant
The truth is
He severed our connection
Because he couldn't handle the enormity of our love.
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Thorny Roses
PoetryAn original poetry collection by me, Rosalie Ivory. This is a group of very personal work that I am finally ready to share with you all. I will update as I can, with new poems often. It deals with young romance, relationships, family, and my feeling...
