Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2018
Keep in touch, you say as you
Move your hands away from me.
I'm freezing in my core.
Its snowing here, but my face is hot. Embarrassed-- alone.
I have too many bills for my pay,
And I know how too many pills taste.

But I was getting better.
Not daydreaming of hanging
Just hanging on your words.
Safe and warm.
But that place isn't here anymore.
And its not going to be forced back.

I'll get there again. When its time.
I need to go inside.
Working on picking myself up and moving on. Trying to remember the progress I've made
Written by
Brittney T  23/F/VA
(23/F/VA)   
292
   ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems