You were once my muse. And now you are the reason I can't write, you are the reason the words on my paper make no sense. You are the reason they are jumbled up in my head, and my heart, and even when they are put on paper. it's unexplainable. Yet I yearn for an explanation, As to why You are the reason I'm stuck .
YOU ARE READING
The longing for you, The ending of us.
PoetryThe longing for you, The ending of us is a collection of poems, letters, excerpts from stages of my life and relationships. With this I hope to show that no matter what you are going through at the time you are not alone. No matter how alone you fee...
