it hurts
when i realize
that it was no longer you
nor your name
that popped into my mind
when i thought about
my best friend
anymore.
-Jenaziela-
YOU ARE READING
kilída: a story of the broken and how they heal
Poesíaa book of poetry, a song from the heart; a group of the unspeakable. bear with me, just a little.
makriá
it hurts
when i realize
that it was no longer you
nor your name
that popped into my mind
when i thought about
my best friend
anymore.
-Jenaziela-
