My body feels like death
Deep and slow I'm still trying to hold her up
Months in transfer and transit
You know this was the right choice. You know I'm different now. You know how human this feels. We felt the same way.
I can't wait to write about this. You're my guilty pleasure. My inspiration.
I said I love you, but only once.
I'm sorry I live in a world that you cannot see
I am home for good.
This is how it has to be.
Much care,
Elizabeth (because Liz is too personal)
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Resilient Spirit
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose crafted during a time of grief, love, and confusion. (my diary for everyone to read) Updated every week! ♡
