I refuse to let this be all about you
when I am the one who's pieced together
with glue
and I won't fall apart at the drop of a feather.
I'm already stronger,
but my heart still cries,
not because of you any longer
but there is more otherwise.
So, I'll pick up
with someone else,
with feelings that I build up,
as my heart melts.
YOU ARE READING
hiraeth
Puisithe yearning, the grief for the lost places of the past; a place or person or feeling that is beyond this plane of existence. poems that are personal and deep, written with a dull ache of the soul. poems about what I fear, what I haven't been willin...
