dear Poppy,
it's been a day.
i ache at the distance
the buffer we worked so hard
chipping down
in baby steps
delicate like a butterfly wing
reappearing the second
I pained you.
i didn't mean it,
to make you
feel like i loved you
as anything more than my blood
i was confused
it must make sense to you
you have options
i was foolish enough to think
someone loved me like that.
YOU ARE READING
Olive (Poetry Vol II)
PoetryHello dear reader!!! Welcome to Olive, my second book of poetry! Here I will be compiling my original poetry. My uploading will be spontaneous, because I work in short bursts of creativity, so apologies in advance. If you are looking for more of my...
