I am doing better now so please don't try and come back. I think you'd be proud of me for it. I'm growing to realize how failed chemistry couldn't complete us.
Drenched in my heart stained pillows I ripped up the last of you. Did you discard my letters? How are you trying to move on?
Sunday mornings I pray you're doing well. Nothing crosses my mind like it once did. I used to obsess over your words, but now it means so little.
I am changing. I am evolving. I am new. I am new, new, new.
YOU ARE READING
Resilient Spirit
PuisiA collection of poetry and prose crafted during a time of grief, love, and confusion. (my diary for everyone to read) Updated every week! ♡
