temporary
I let people slip away too often.
the vibrant memories we shared mixing to form a bland hue.
they mean nothing to me anymore.
they're all temporary it seems.
I wish it was easier to hold on.
at first I thought it was them. but no,
because when I am distanced from a person I become detached with no intention of holding on.
YOU ARE READING
words for the wind
Poetryshort writings and poems about sad shit like love and heartbreak _______________________________ previously known as "Lost"
