i do not know
where to put the
remnants of my love
for you
the only place i can
think of is when i lay
in bed and the pressuring
demons pound thoughts
into my head causing
them to fall from my eyes
-
my love for you sits in the pit of my stomach
waiting to be produced again
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetrywritten poems that my heart whispered to my broken hands as they typed at eerie hours of the night.
