i was thinking he had been by my side, but after he ran to you, i could hardly breathe.
my lungs were on fire and i don't know how long i was bleeding.
YOU ARE READING
permanently unfinished.
Poesíawe write our feelings on paper because we have no one to turn to when our vision is blurred by tears and our chests are crushed with sadness.
on fire.
i was thinking he had been by my side, but after he ran to you, i could hardly breathe.
my lungs were on fire and i don't know how long i was bleeding.
