Part 1
I'm imagining a room...
The walls of black glass.
Its high enough so you don't bump your head but low enough that you can touch.
It's empty for the most part; it echos like it should stretch on forever but it only contains enough room for a few people.
I'm there...
She's there...
He's there...
He's also there...
So is she...
And her...
And him...
They look at me, their beautiful eyes that drew me to them in the first place.
They stand in order.
On the left, there is the first person I ever had feelings for...
To be continued...
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Blind Poets
PoesiaPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
