52 weeks
of drinking binge
Trying to drown all my sorrows
But the end of the day
my mind still drifts
towards thoughts of you
Hundreds of written poems
letters unsent
and hundreds of books read
Found escape
and ways to alleviate pain
through art
but at the end of the day
I always find myself
being consumed by a memory or two
Today 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? | ✅
PoesieYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly
