Aug 2015
I can't keep distracting myself
when thoughts of you
come plummeting down like avalanches.
I can only stop myself from missing you
so many times
before the aching becomes a habit.
when thoughts of you
come plummeting down like avalanches.
I can only stop myself from missing you
so many times
before the aching becomes a habit.
A friend asked me to write a poem about her ill fated love life. This is poem 1/3.
(God's Bathroom Floor)
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