11:52pm, may 5 2018
i think i'll miss you forever -
though you are so close to me even now,
you've grown inside me
unaware of the home you made
branching out to every part -
my head put in the clarity of fogginess,
the ache in my stomach,
the hurt in the low parts of my back,
the pain just outside of my chest:
an inconvenience to the end.
[yet, even still, i love you with every inch of me; and i am so, so sorry]
YOU ARE READING
do you think he sees me as just a pretty face?
Poetrysad sap space babe poetry, 2017-2018 'cause writing it out is medicinal. do you think all he sees is a pretty face, or is that too conceited of me to say? at this point maybe that's the best that it gets.
