my bedsheets are jealous of the warmth you gave me.
my bed is jealous of the comfort you gave me.
my clothes are jealous of how good you made me look wearing nothing.
my lips are jealous of each second in between each kiss yours weren't pressed against mine.
my mirrors are jealous of how much i looked at you.
my books are jealous of the stories you had to tell.
my heart is jealous of the love you gave, but took away.
and i am jealous of how happy you are and what a gorgeous human being you truly are.
YOU ARE READING
in dog years i'm dead: a collection of non-fiction short stories and poetry
Poesia2018 was the year of hurting and learning. this book is the digital version of the pain I endured while going through some of the hardest things. I was broken, eaten alive, puked up, burned, and ripped to shreds. Until I could learn how to exist aga...
