You are like a faded memory I left in the sun too long. That's why I tell you I miss you when you're right next to me, because you're not the same anymore. And it's that time of year again, when I want to throw all your shit in a landfill. But the snow softens my shovels blow against the frozen ground.
YOU ARE READING
When I can't breathe
PoetryMy poetry is an escape. Others may find meaning and define my poetry in their own way. There will also be spanish translations. (También hay una traducción al español para algunos de mis poemas gracias a Damian Laurent)
