I was the dagger to your heart. The blackness to your soul.
You were my food, my soul. My soul food.
You'll move on like I need you to, and that's fine.
I'll shatter in silence.
Drowning, drowning, never to resurface.
Never to have warmth again, only surface warmth.
And that's fine.
YOU ARE READING
Eilerasciai Su Jausmais
PoetryThe name of this book is loosely based on the Lithuanian meaning for "poems with feelings." And indeed, they do feel. They feel the rawness of every possible emotion ever felt. They are heartfelt poems, written from the nonsensical thinkings of the...
