5:54 am, Tuesday, 12th June
you are gone; no where to be found.
the darkness is tangled in unconsciousness and I
mutter into her soft presence,
"Why do I always ruin everything I love"
it is only her and I.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Puisisilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
