The dreaded doorbell ring
reminds me of you last spring.
Your yells pierced the halls,
While I was being closed in by your walls.
I never really lost you but yet you're gone.
How am I supposed to move on
when all my blood has drawn
is a portrait of the person you were
instead of the person you are?
I know it's in my dna, but I hope I don't end up like you
someday.
I hope I end up like you were
before the cops took you away
for murdering her that day.
YOU ARE READING
all the things I never said
Poetry"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." -robert frost A collection of heartbreak, trauma, childhood nostalgia, and love written by yours truly. and without further ado.. here are all the things i never sai...
