love wasn't always pretty
or simple and clean
we were messy
and chaotic
we needed space
then we got back closer
never letting go
we died a million little times
but it was worth it
it was worth everything and anything
i love you
but now we need space
let us retreat, heal our wounds
from our fight with fate
(faith)
tomorrow we will try again
i love you
- and that's a promise
YOU ARE READING
You hold my heart (still)
Poetryour little mythology A collection of short poems and prose I've been working on these for the last two years, and finally felt good enough to collect, rewrite and edit it, so here we go. I'm finally done. And moved on. New chapter coming.
