the end was heavy on the heart,
but we knew we've been holding each other back.
so we split and took respective part.
now i feel something in me is of lack.
i don't miss yourself, but only the memories,
lingering around them like butterflies in the summer.
i tried too many different remedies.
now all i could hear is the sound of thunder.
i'm bruised up.
for some reason, i hope you feel the same way.
not to spite you;
but to know that i'm not alone.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryThis is mostly my poetry but some are not. My poetry is pure trash, but hope my random writing entertains you.
