he saw a future blossoming
desire gleaming closer
but the bud shut open
as he stepped inside her.
agony
pain
screams
loud.
to love is to trust
their therapist told them
but she couldn't trust him
and he couldn't love her.
~ adronitis
YOU ARE READING
acheful
Poetry❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.
