the girl & not-so happiness
i'd go upstairs of your parents' house;
flowers i give you.
i try and talk to you; ignorance you
give me.i had given you the pieces of me i had
yet to love myself; thinking you would love them instead; you returned those pieces.it is now 12:48pm; nighttime. a rope around my neck. it was then for a split second before a light;
a feeling you never gave me.
pure, living, happiness.
YOU ARE READING
I Don't Miss You: Volume One
Poetrya bunch of thoughts my heart has spilled for your eyes to read. *soon to be officially published*