i don't remember
much
these days;
i'm too busy
thinking
about what was
and what could've been.
- i forgot myself and i cant seem to remember where.
YOU ARE READING
heartbreak hotel.
Poetrywatch as i gather all this shrapnel, this worry and pain, and board it onto the backs of pickup trucks and pigeons, addressed to the landfill called my heart. - a collection of poems and prose about love, loss, healing and heartbreak.
