one month without you
who would have thought that I would survive
I didn't
sitting in the parking lot
gasping for oxygen
rivers falling from my galaxy eyes
I'm alive despite you
and breathing bitterness
inhaling the idea of getting better
yet still
my heart hurts
in throbbing aches at the most random moments
feeling fine turns to crying in the classroom
and my mom says,
"still?"
The tear drops respond: affirmative
Oh how I wish
You could see this mess you've made
But the inner circle knows
The outcome would be no different
I'm still writing poems
And you're not.
YOU ARE READING
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