meeting you was like a breath of fresh air.
looking at you was like looking at love in physical form.
your eyes pulled me in,
leading me toward the pure gold that your soul was.
the feeling of your arms wrapped around me was the safest i had ever felt.
your smile was laced with joy,
the kind of joy you think only exists in movies.
you are my forever home,
that i can no longer go to.
like a childhood home that you pass ever so often,
wishing you could just go in one last time.
but you can't.
YOU ARE READING
Cry
Poetry100 word stories. - warning! Talks about suicide, self harm, abuse, etc. read at your own risk. this is your only trigger warning. -
