i never thought
i would ever be
clean
from him.
because i fell,
and shattered
on the pavement
all for him.
and it felt like
i would always
always
think about him.
it felt like
whenever i
sang a love song
i would be singing to him.
but no more.
i tried to scrub him away
but the traces of him
were still there
on my skin,
fingerprints on my heart.
but i kept breathing
and surviving
just a little longer.
i danced through rainstorms
and got lost
inside a tornado.
and i think
i'm clean at last.
YOU ARE READING
Raging Storm
Poetry{a storm may last a moment but a moment is all it takes} raindrops can be hurricanes, too. all raindrops end up in the ocean eventually, though. but we will rise again, learn to breathe again, because broken doesn't mean weak. A collection of poems...
