It's another dark night.
But I'm not lying in bed,
Letting tears leak from my eyes.
Drowning in guilt,
Wishing to scrap these memories off my skin.
I'm okay. More than okay.
I'm laughing, and my mind isn't
bursting with a million dark tangled thoughts.
I'm aware of these memories lingering on my skin,
But it's okay. I simply let them be.
Every once in a while,
The thought of you burts inside my head,
But it doesn't hurt.
I think, yes, I'm moving on.
And it feels beautiful.
YOU ARE READING
The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Poetry* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
