So many things trigger memories a simple passing out of ice cream from a school coach
I am filled with grief and lost and hurt. I remember you do you remember me? That time we had a project and you did all the work and we got ice cream. Remember when we were that happy? You seem happy now but that doesn't matter you're living a lie just please look me in the eye. I know you hate me. A hate built up on lies. I am filled with sorrow. We were supposed to be the best friends to ever live. What happened Diego? What happened Naovy? You said you wouldn't leave. Thanks for nothing.
(Wasn't poetry just spilled thoughts. Did the paper catch them?)
YOU ARE READING
Hush
PoetryIt's poetry. The the tears that spill from my mouth it's the gold I bleed and the pain I drink
