the memories consumed her.
she was kept up at night, replaying the memories 'cause that is all she felt was left of this.
she didn't do well with change.
that's why she held on so dearly and desperately to the memories.
she's lost in the past,
she's stuck in the memories,
memories of before everything got all messy and when things were still shitty,
but less shitty because they were right by her side.
now she's stuck living in the past,
she's stuck in the memories,
laying alone at night,
with tears streaming down her cheeks,
stuck in the memories of you.
YOU ARE READING
Words of the heart
Poesiafor anyone who has ever felt alone or doubtful about themselves, for the sad people who find comfort in poetry, for those who cannot seem to put their...
