we never even went on a date
all the things i promised
said i would do
it's so fucking gone yet the holes they filled
are now wide and gaping
still can't get over the few
still can't get over you
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poesiapoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
