I think
Or at the very least I hope
That because the pain is fading
That I'm almost
Over it.
It no longer
Hurts to see you.
Talking to you
Doesn't make me want to cry.
So maybe
I'm almost
Over it.
Or perhaps
I'm so full of it
So far down this rabbit hole
I've grown numb to the pain
And I'll never actually be
Over it.
But maybe I'm wrong
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryMy thoughts tend to form like poems, so I figured I'd share them- part of me hoping they make sense to more than just myself.
