I don't know how you did it, but I do understand why. Your pain made death look better, than trying to stay alive.
Tag: Loss
The Last
I like to think that you think about me too, but deep down I know I am the last person on your mind when you go to sleep at night. You rest soundly, while I struggle to close my eyes.
Fogged
Like steam to
my bathroom mirror
you are becoming
fogged over…
And even when I
try to clear your haze…
there’s only a
temporary exposure.
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