After everything I've tried to hide
It was no use in the end.
Though is it bad to say
That I miss you all the same?
Our relationship was unsteady
Rocking on the verge of death.
While it was fun while it lasted
I will never be the same.
YOU ARE READING
Invisible Papercuts
PoetryA small book of poems. Some can be very triggering. I write mostly free verse. If you don't like it, don't read it. All of these are fueled from conversations I've had or things I've felt. In Honor of my Uncle.
