how dare you leave an impact
this big on my life
just to barely be in it
i have been trying so hard
not to hold on too tight
that my hands have clenched
in open position
and ache from the tension
i'm scared to say
once again
that i'm not sure
if i know
how to love you
is it a me problem?
is it really something
i'm still doing wrong?
at once
i feel i should have more
and yet don't want any more -
my plate is full
with just scraps on it.
and so i carved out a hole for you
and the cold air of your absence burns.
YOU ARE READING
Book #2
PoesíaThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...
