I trace the steps we used to take
when lights spread across the sky,
I sit to the table we once drink
after you cut your hair and dye,
I ran and pause a brake
to the spot where we kiss,
I stand and hear a screech
and blind of memories I save
YOU ARE READING
Stitches and Wounds
PoetryI want you to hear my silent sobs whenever you are with him. I want you to feel my suppressed pain every wretched nights. I want you to know much I drowned in pain with the thought of you loving him. I want you to know how many stitched that knitted...
