i sat on the bed
as i folded the paper.
stole a glance from you
one last time
before fleeing the house
that was once a home.
i struggled greatly
as i dragged my heavy belongings,
and an even heavier heart.
"goodbye, be free."
YOU ARE READING
Filthy
Poetry"i'm gonna be out with the girls." i lied. you nodded. why did you believe that? lowercase intended ranking: no. 2 in #poem 02/08/21 no. 9 in #poem 04/20/21 no. 2 in #poet 05/03/21 no. 12 in #poem 06/2/22 no. 7 in #poet 07/15/22
