NO MORE HOLDING MY HAND
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i saw you in a dream last night. you still had angel wings and you told me to let go. of the anger, the guilt, the sadness, and your hand.
when i woke up, mom had told me she had the same dream. i think she was just trying to relate to me.
it made me painfully aware.
you're not being selfish, i think i am.
YOU ARE READING
BOTTLED STARDUST
Poetryೃ⁀➷ poetry/prose from the viewpoint of a mournful heart ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ || story contains content relating to grieving and loss. thank you for reading ♡ 🏅#15 in poetry
