He is the repercussions of a broken heart. I cannot be bothered to pick up the pieces and sew them back together and so I reach out my hand betwee the mosaic of bed sheets and graize my fingertips on the surface of his skin.
I don’t dare delve deeper.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 3:21 AM UTC
He is the repercussions of a broken heart. I cannot be bothered to pick up the pieces and sew them back together and so I reach out my hand betwee the mosaic of bed sheets and graize my fingertips on the surface of his skin.
I don’t dare delve deeper.
this is only part of the poem. When I get good feedback I’ll post the whol thing ❤️
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