June,
We spent most of our nights starring at ceilings and looking for anyone to fill the gaps inside our bodies.
It's been three weeks since we visited happy and we're slowly falling apart by our shower doors and no one finds it normal but us because we've finally gotten used to it. Your name used to fill the gaps inside me, now they re-opened when you left and forgot to close the door behind you.
To match my heart, the rest of me is cold from the wind and the snow you purposely let break me down.
We've been here before, it took us a while to see that this isn't home... well, maybe. This place is an amusement park called inferno, you let my hand go and now I'm lost somewhere, the lost girl lost in inferno.
I'm constantly trying to find you, and hope to find myself in the process.
YOU ARE READING
2017
PoetryThis is a series of poems about the year 2017; each month at a time. Hope you enjoy and come back for more?
