taking step by step
you fall from afar.
my hands pressed against
your cheeks as you
cried. my heart broke,
from the crestfallen tears
flowing down them.
emotion isn't my specialty.
in fact I cannot handle
so much emotion or
I break.
but you.
you just up and left me
you took one foot infront
of the other.
you walked into a distance,
walked into the white fog.
the tears were a the brim of
my eyes, read to drip like
Niagara falls.
my hands trembled but fell to
my sides. it's like I've
been shot, it's like I cannot
breathe.
you're happy, and I'll try my best
to support you.
but if it kills me that you won't
come back, I've
warned you.
YOU ARE READING
depression engulfing itself.
Poetryon a mushed up level of poetry that has been written with spewing venom of what was once a glass cup has now become a shattered heart that was always dwelling on the past, it has now broken few and become even worse in manners of mentality. ; all r...
