these poems
hold memories that my mouth
can't handle telling
these poems hold heartbreaks
that my memory can't handle
reliving, rethinking
these poems, that you've read held my heart
when no one else could
and i am grateful a person like you
read these
and held my heart at the same time.
you must be tired,
let me be your sanctuary, your bed,
the person you could come to
when there was no one else
as you were mine.
-thank you
YOU ARE READING
black roses painted red.
Poetrythis is a book that i have poured my heart, soul and all my vulnerabilities into. thank you for being my home and holding my heart when no one else did. i hope when you read this that you can connect with me and the others who have read this, i hope...
