here we are again,
back when you were mine.
back before we lost everything.
back before i laid awake at night.
back before i couldnt sleep in anymore.
back before i lost all desire to eat.
back before i lost all desire to do anything.
back before i counted the days,
down to every last second.
363 days.
its too early. im going back to bed.
YOU ARE READING
idk if i can call this poetry
Poetrybook 2 this started out as just writing down my thoughts. poems, quotes and other random stuff. thats what this was supposed to be. instead, it had become a diary. a journal, almost. this is long lost lovers. this is heartbreak. this is one s...
