I remember the feeling of wanting everything to change but being too afraid to change anything.
I remember the feeling of not wanting anything but for him to come back.
I remember the stages of grief that clung to my skin and not being able to wash it away no matter how hard I scrubbed.
I remember the scribbles that consumed my mind.
And I remember the moment you made everything clear. The moment you showed me everything was going to be okay.
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Everything Inbetween
PoetryPoetry written by me. Featuring my experiences, some bad metaphors, and everything in-between. Mostly free-verse. Ongoing.