If you're unlucky enough to go through life with migraines , you'll know the world is all too bright, too loud, and too harsh. You learn to navigate blindly, with touch and feelings. Perhaps your routine has changed, but I wouldn't know. Mine hasn't. Mine never will, & maybe it is because I always navigate blindly. Yours has changed because I'm not in your life anymore. Because you don't have me to lead you blindly. Or maybe I was your migraine. It's possible that it's not that I am not enough, but I am too much.
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PoetryOriginal poems and truths for the broken and lonely. Mostly inspired from books.