Jul 2019
I'm far from you
Yet close;
My heart races,
ten steps too fast,
Blood trying
To fix imaginary wounds.
My head hurts so bad,
My legs won't stop,
Shaking—
The cries of my lonely self
I miss you.
Yet close;
My heart races,
ten steps too fast,
Blood trying
To fix imaginary wounds.
My head hurts so bad,
My legs won't stop,
Shaking—
The cries of my lonely self
I miss you.
I miss him
(20/F/Lagos, Nigeria)
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