you warned me we were all made of glass,
that our lives are far too thin,
so why did i not believe you, until
it was your shards in my skin?
now these scars upon my fingers
run too deep just to forget, despite
the wilted roses, from the first time that we met.
and i don't know why i told you that i was good
at letting go, because now i stare at dead
flowers, just hoping they will grow.
YOU ARE READING
i still wait for you.
Poesíapoems and writings for the broken. previously, "i will wait for you until the very end" cover credits to baybiwillow TW if you or a loved one is experiencing suicidal thoughts, please call or text (or have them call or text) the National Suicide P...
