A golden chain and a butterfly,
wrapped around my neck
choking me on memories
of us before you left
the ones of you,
and the ones of hope
hope that someday we'd be happy
or even just be fine
memories
of the days when love was blind.
YOU ARE READING
A Heart with Empty Pages
PoetryThe poems I write to help me deal with life =] ****Trigger warning: Some of this poetry addresses themes surrounding depression, self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, and sexual assault.
