we just needed our
happy place,
and {you} found yours
without me.
everything we {were}
now is nothing at all.
as soon as you found a way from
me and {my} madness,
you left
and found your {happy place},
but i have lost mine.
-k.d.
YOU ARE READING
life as we know it
PoetryBeing a poet is like being really sick. But instead of vomit, words come out. This is my word vomit.