Just when I thought I finally moved on
I realized I haven't fully recovered
I still remember you in love songs
I still look for you in crowded places
But there's one thing I consider as progress
I forgot about your birthday
And I think that's good
DU LIEST GERADE
How A Poet Bleeds In Ink
PoesieA grieving poem full of rage, regret and affection dedicated to the person who unknowingly made my in-love-teenage world fall apart.
