a year of nothing
nothing of a year
or perhaps
a year of deadly silent
metamorphosis.
i strained
keeping my shoulders above the water
but i find it's best now
to drown in the past
because no matter how painful
it shapes me
i am not myself without it.
i loved you.
ever so briefly, but-
it occurred nevertheless
i lost you.
i lost me.
it's time to search for her again
goodbye.
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a/n: this isn't really a poem sorry
but it is my last entry in this book
i've been mia for a while anyways
my last day of school was yesterday. i started this about a week before the first day.
thank you to all who read my crappy poems. i don't know if i'll do another book, we'll see (also: i never thought i'd get to 1k thx for that)
tongue tied= over
goodbye.
