Our hearts use to beat
At the same time.
We use to meet
With smiles on our faces.
Now you barely look at me
It hurts.
We have awkward conversations
I'm sorry.
They all said we were perfect
Remember?
There's a hallow ache
I'm getting use to it.
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoesiaJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
