and this is where your part of the story comes to a conclusion
you may have had more inside of you
but i will never know
because you never gave me real
i never received authentic
i just scratched your surface
and made such a small indention
that many could never even see the scratch marks left from it
the holes in my mind
where you resided
have been filled with dirt
carefully shoveled in and patted down tightly
by the ones who dove in
while i watched you swim to the horizon
and out of my sight
YOU ARE READING
heartbeat.
Poesía"i liked believing i was your novel, instead of a two page poem in the book of your life"
