Left side aching like
a rolled up ball of tar
caught in my lungs
but i haven't smoked since I saw you last
and I haven't known what to say since then either
I said what I could and what I could still felt like too much
I wish you could see how stubborn you are
but still love me in the way you once did
The way we both once did
But now, I have no clue how to even love myself
Maybe we will go back to what we used to do
before we met
before we had anything to say
before my heart hurt this way.
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Everyone is a Visitor Here
PoetryWhat am I seeing that you are not? Or are we seeing much of the same? Everyone is a visitor here right? A collection of free form poetry and prose of observations from the world around me.
