Dark storms depart from me, and I am left with great absence. I want so badly to hate you, but that'll only leave me fractured.
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
"uneven odds"
Dark storms depart from me, and I am left with great absence. I want so badly to hate you, but that'll only leave me fractured.
