It doesn’t go away.
It’s always here,
Lingering about.
Formed to my skin.
Latched to my heart.
Apart of me, it always will be.
Even when I thought I’ve won.
Grief.
Creeps up on me.
Once again,
Proving me wrong.
Feb 19, 2025
Feb 19, 2025 at 10:41 PM UTC
It doesn’t go away.
It’s always here,
Lingering about.
Formed to my skin.
Latched to my heart.
Apart of me, it always will be.
Even when I thought I’ve won.
Grief.
Creeps up on me.
Once again,
Proving me wrong.
<3A.
