I look at you now and feel nothing.
You are just another face in the crowd to me.
Nothing special.
Just an existence I know of.
Not a friend.
Not an enemy.
Just a life form.
I can't tell if it's good or bad.
But the feeling of relief in my chest
Tells me it's good
YOU ARE READING
Eden.
PoetryI thought you were Eden. But you were really the snake. Poems about love and loss.
