February 15, 2023
I ask myself when you'll finally let go of me.
The invisible hold you have on my thoughts becoming a sour taste in my mouth.
Moments passing yet somehow still finding myself almost dialling your number to inform you of my days.
It's like a never fading shadow upon my mind that washes its darkness across multiple memories.
I find myself asking when I'll finally let go of you too.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
