HE SAID HE LOVED ME,
but now he does not.
he used to call me princess,
but now he never calls me anymore.
he ripped out my heart, and
stomped it to the ground.
he was a lullaby, but now
he does not make a sound.
— WERE YOU JUST THE STATIC IN THE AIR FROM THE AFTERMATH OF A STORM?
YOU ARE READING
dusk
Poesía❛she was golden sun among fading constellations.❜ © clarenthine 2017 cover © XEHUN-
