52 weeks
of drinking binge
Trying to drown all my sorrowsBut the end of the day
my mind still drifts
towards thoughts of youHundreds of written poems
letters unsent
and hundreds of books readFound escape
and ways to alleviate pain
through artbut at the end of the day
I always find myself
being consumed by a memory or twoToday marks the 365th day
I wish I could finally find the courage
To put all the memories behind and move on
and make sure there's no more trace left of you.
YOU ARE READING
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅? | ✅
PoetryYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly