you were my bandage
when you went,
and you went
you ripped the skin
the skin that is so fragile
i never let it happen again
because without you
i knew what it was like
to trust
to have faith in another
when you left
the emptiness got lonlier
the couches got colder
the heart grew fainter
and that was the day
i knew i was broken
YOU ARE READING
my happy was you.
Poetryit's poetry. it kinda puts you in your feels like r.h. sin, but some uplifts you. there's also some short stories, if you're into that. there are some trigger warnings, so if TW pops up, you know why (this desc. is probably going to be edited later)
