Friday 3:15pm 24 August 2018
the voices that reek of the narrative of you
are the ones I loathe the most.
the ones that relight my memory
and set fire to my heart.
I loathe them so strongly.
I try to take my baby steps,
I try to look away.
but they talk and they look and they say;
"you're not over him."
I am.
it's over.
I am.
he doesn't love me.
I am.
I have better.
I am.
i'm not.
YOU ARE READING
「 days without you 」
PoesíaDear 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
