Its been almost a year
Since we started to end
Since you last offered me
A piece of you.
Not quite 8 months
Since you frst lost your faith
Your wish for us
To work.
And about five
That you told me
There was no longer space for us
Or a spot for me in your heart
Not more than 3 months
That there's been another for me
And there were others
Yet none that felt like you
Not quite at least.
YOU ARE READING
Talking To The Moon
Poetryjust thoughts formed into pretty little arrangements of words <3
