there was probably
a part of me
that was always breaking
like a ship
with a hole
left to sink
as it's turned into
just planks of wood
and a fight for
survival
maybe there was
a hole in my heart
that had also been left
to sink in salt water
and turn into
just vessels.
YOU ARE READING
the dawn of us
Poetrycover by duvetjae a series of written poems about love, trauma, and moving on. disclaimer: this books discusses many serious topics, read with caution.
