why is it that no matter what I do,
no matter how strong and brave I become,
no matter how I run from you;
you're always there at the end of the line
please just leave me alone
I'm trying to forget you—
but you keep coming back to me
YOU ARE READING
tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you
Poetryyou left, and tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you is what's left of me. cover by @babyblue997
