I opened my eyes this morning and I noticed a few things were different.
The bags under my eyes are really bad today.
My hair is flat.
My eyes aren't as bright as they usually are.
You can see the brusies on my lips from where I bit them the night before trying to hold the screams from the nightmares.
I look really pale.
My hoodie is falling off of me
These things are changing
But you're not.
You keep a steady paste in my heart, in my mind.
You are what's causing all of this and I can't stop it.
I've tried.
I can't let you go and I wish I could I don't like this.
YOU ARE READING
Memories
PoetryThis is probably just gonna be a book full of sad memories to look back on my life. Like a journal that I post for everyone to read.
