It's still been hours
But it seemed like days.
When I left you scars
Because I walked away.
It's a selfish thing
To call it done.
Yet there you were.
Still strong to stand.
No foot ever stepped.
No heart ever chased.
No wind that blew
No more "I love you."
YOU ARE READING
Diagnosed
PoetryThird and last installment of the Pills trilogy. She keeps on looking for her Adonis, but she found her Hephaestus.
