Every detail.
Your hands.
The feeling.
You.
It.
The parking garage.
The car behind us.
The day.
Every detail,
Runs through my body and mind
Until I can’t even look at myself anymore.
I hate knowing I let you in.
I hate remembering it.
I hate that I let it happen.
I hate that it was with you.
But most of all I hate that I enjoyed it.
YOU ARE READING
The Things I Never Said Out Loud
PoetryThe thoughts and words that no one besides myself have heard or said. I started this book at 19, a couple months after I went through the worst breakup of my life. I continues to write it during what had been the worst and best summer of my life, su...
