he did
well
to break
my
heart.
he did
well
to hate
myself
a lot.
he did
well
to make
my
mouth
say
curses.
But you
came
in the
middle
of
progress.
i'm still
a broken
pieces-
but
you
came.
you
make
me
feel
love and
touchable.
you're
fixing
the puzzle
pieces
of my
missing
soul.
i know-
i know
you'll
left me,
for now
let me
treasure
the memories
while
you're
here.
while
you're
here.
YOU ARE READING
Midst Ephemeral
PoetryYou don't need to read this. If you wil read this, I hope you know the consequences of my hopeless soul.
