it is over.
four years
two heartbreaks
so so much pain
so so much love
so little life lived
and it is over.
a book closed
a chapter finished
a poem written—
full of grammar mistakes
and run on sentences
and all the wrong cliches
—and it is over.
a meadow dies
another blooms
and my flowers
my book
my chapter
my poem
my story
continues.
YOU ARE READING
wilting roses
PoetryAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
