it's been a month now.
it's been a month since the last time i knew you.
or, rather, thought i did.
when you left, i was simply wondering
why;
i was wondering where you were.
we did speak a few times again,
but i swear to god, the person i talked to...
it wasn't you.
YOU ARE READING
lunar sadness // poetry of the insomniac
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING; mentions of abuse, self-injury, drug use, sexual content, etc. read at your own risk. poetry is mine, most lyrics are not. i'll give credit to who wrote whatever. everything in this book is relevant to my own emotion. enjoy.
