the wind in my head,
as loud as the ocean
and silent as a storm
pounding at the doors to my heart
Keeping them closed,
Has brought the monsoon,
Flooding it,
And drowning me.
- Im looking in from the outside and I can't do anything to stop it.
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.
