There is an imprint
left on my mind
It tastes and smells
just like you, but
I cannot reach it
-when I wake up
YOU ARE READING
Bare Bones
PoetryA collection of poems following a personal tale of heartbreak and healing. A note about the layout: Part 1: crave is the beginning. The inner workings of my relationship. The struggle we had with love. Part 2: ache is the breakup. All of the p...
