It's as if I write about you like it might be the last time. Like I just might move on. But yet here is another breath, heavy with the thought of you.
It's as if I write about you like it might be the last time. Like if I were to end my life, you would find all the endless pages and my weakness. The sickening longing that would still linger on every page. I hope then you would see the fragile pieces of me.
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)
