there's a dip in the terrain that is me
and my soul
an indent where your presence once was
a chunk of my being
a segment of my mind
all in the palm of your hands
or maybe now sprawled out in the abyss of the forgotten and forgetting
i handle my piece, of you, with care. wondering if you replaced it or not, yet keeping it safe just in case you need it back
there's an extra chunk that doesn't quite fit your dip
i let it lay unevenly anyway
i want my piece back
YOU ARE READING
no real agenda // poetry
Поэзияpoems for all the words i can't say anything and everything goes. i write sporadically and about whatever i want. hence the title i've had the same compilation since the 6th grade, please skip to the better poems... (aka deep breaths and onward, ob...
