Our unsettled bones have not moved on and I am still trying to evict all of the memories you carved into me.
When your body becomes a house with nothing but ghosts I will still be okay.
When your lips speak nothing but pleas to take you back in I will still move forward.
When your hands reach for me to anchor all of your sad I will start my healing.
When I am ready to leave don't forget how long I stayed in this empty house with nothing but ghosts of promises. Don't forget who loved who in this cold graveyard like home because when I leave it'll be for me for the first time ever.
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Broken Time
PoetryA collection of poetry I have written during the lowest and highest points of my life.
