i finally told the stars that they could burn you alive, along with the hundreds of photographic memories we made together.
the stars have always been there for me, as they come around every night and i know for certain they'll never leave permanently.
the stars remember when i told them how i thought i was in love with you, but 7 months ago was when they heard all the ways you hurt me.
7 months is how long it takes to forget.
7 months is how long it takes to get rid of the smell of your favourite cigarettes.
7 months is how long it takes to delete all of your remains- your 414 days.
YOU ARE READING
my poetry - kelsey loch
Poetrymy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
