i lost the woman i use to be.
i keep looking for her but
i don't think she wants to be found.
maybe i need to meet her
six feet underground.
maybe if i hold my breath long enough,
we both will be found.
YOU ARE READING
The Night The Stars Went Out
Poetrya book of poetry about love and the grieving of losing that love. i am writing this as i learn to heal through the breakup and heartbreak of losing the one person i loved. this is a book of vulnerability, sadness but also strength. you are heard, yo...
