your voice no longer
serves me comfort,
your touch now only makes
me uncomfortable.
the courtyard used to
be a safe place for us
to be lovers,
but now all it is
is a reminder
that you're love
is gone.
i don't know why
you did what you did.
but it hurts.
it hurts a lot.
it doesn't stop hurting.
you set a fire in my heart,
warming me up,
letting me rise,
watching me grow.
apparently,
you wanted to be a firefighter.
YOU ARE READING
The words I wish I would've told you.
Poesíashort words about the things I could've and possibly should've said. THERE WILL BE SENSITIVE CONTENT IN THIS BOOK.
