I still wake up with your name
stuck in my throat
sometimes.
Where it caught between your hands
when you squeezed.
I still wake up in fear
most nights.
Your eyes follow me from every
shadow, every loud noise
crowding the edges of my memory.
I still wake up.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poems
PoetryHere are some sad poems that I made and/or stole from the internet. Hope you like it. Don't judge me!!!
