Don't worry baby you'll get used to the hallow feeling, to the black hole where your heart once was.
Don't worry baby you'll get used to the tear stained cheeks that once held pink as he made you blush.
Don't worry baby you'll get used to it. All of it. Just sleep now, sleep.
For he will never get used to the echoing of your heart in his ears, the pink splashed on his right cheek, and the nights he lies awake thinking of you.
YOU ARE READING
humans
Poetry"Being human means constantly trying to find the light." -Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett "Phases" (poetry written in form of journal entries)
