i grabbed the lighter from your hands
i questioned its place
to that - you smiled - not so innocently
your visage gave me no comfort
only warning
if i hadn't taken it from your hands
life would've been a burning chaos
a never ending house fire
for you were tired of being my home.
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Loss
Poetry"my ears are ringing from the words that you've said, 'let me go, let me go!', but i fucking love you so." A poetry collection, containing strong language, based on the themes of grieving and loss. The poems are influenced by mental health issues an...
