It's been 7 years
since you left into nothingness,
7 years of tense, restless nights
wondering if something was done differently
Would you still be here?
11 years old,
I didn't know you would leave so fast,
there's not a day my mind doesn't leave my body
thinking about you.
18 years old
that's how old you would have been now
Would you still be an artist?
Would you still love reading?
Would you have your own home?
Would you know your lover?
I'll keep wondering what you'd be like
but nothing will bring you back into my arms.
YOU ARE READING
The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
