I run my fingers over the memories
our time spent together
running in my mind
play, pause, and repeat
comprehending what is real
comparing to a fantasy—a belief
but the truth
lies somewhere
on either side
in the middle or maybe neither
only to be found once you've accepted that it's time to call out the lies.
-believing what is
YOU ARE READING
You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
