I look in the mirror and I remember her eyes. I look in the pantry when I grab my cereal and I remember her smile. I look in my car when I drive to work this morning. I look for my paperwork and keys but instead I find a beating, broken heart. I look for a place to put it. I wear it on my sleeve. It's my heart. My beating, broken, and remembering heart. I remember her. I remember her in everything I do. I remember her in everything I see. She broke me. She really, really broke me.
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Where The Grass Grows
PoetryA poetry collection about life & death, love, loss, & grief. Written through the lens of a 15-17-year-old girl. These poems are a collection of my story. Take care of them. They mean the world to me.
