Saturday 8:51am 11 August 2018
I tell myself to stop writing about you,
that it's a form of holding on
and if I want to soar,
I need to let go.
I need to stop.
I do.
YOU ARE READING
「 days without you 」
PoetryDear Dennis. This is when you took everything away from me, and it may have been the best thing you've ever done for me. . . . . jours sans toi ⟶ translation: days without you
