I'm starting to forget what you look like.
What you sound like.
The way your arms felt and the color of your eyes that I loved so much.
The small details are fading into bigger ideas and eventually the fade will take away everything I ever loved about you.
I can not wait for that day.
The day where someone asks me what happened to you and I have to actually think on who you were to me and wince at the thought of the pain I went through
and know I will never put myself in that situation again.
YOU ARE READING
Walking away from you
PuisiA collection of poems. Adding as I go along so probably never completed. *TRIGGER WARNING* This book contains mature materials and trigger subjects such as rape and abuse. Read with caution please :)
