i cant explain the way i stare at my ceiling and pray to god that you can hear my thoughts.
my thoughts play every single sad love song there ever was.
my thoughts play the pictures we took on replay,
and the moments i remember play like videos on loop and
they play on my eyelids.
i see you every time i close my eyes.
i see you in the world around me.
but the fact that i cant see you is killing me.
every day that slips by is cutting into me
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...
