A few years have come and gone around,
Since that fight,
That autumn night.
A few loves have stayed and gone away,
Since you left,
You thought it best.
A few dreams have appeared and drowned again,
Since my loss,
Heart cut across.
A single bullet has seemed so enticing,
Since a few years,
Have come and gone around.
YOU ARE READING
The Catalyst To My Goodbye
RandomPoetry, probably some literature, and a whole lot of mess. Warning: themes of depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, sexual/domestic abuse, death, anxiety and loneliness.
