You seemed so proud of me—
of my progress.
I didn't have the heart to tell you
that what's been mended cannot truly be fixed.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
You Seemed So Happy
You seemed so proud of me—
of my progress.
I didn't have the heart to tell you
that what's been mended cannot truly be fixed.
