mourn him
i want you to r.i.p. your heart out of your chest
and bury it in his memory
and with every living piece of your soul,
remember him.
for this is no grave concern
this is just my funeral,
where my thoughts finally die
along with my spirit.
—
dedicated to him.
YOU ARE READING
poems for the unloved
Thơ cathis is basically a diary lol these aren't really poems. these are my word paintings, straight out of the most isolate parts of my brain, from freshly cut wounds.
