I keep picking at the scabs
Of old lovers
These are bandages
For reopened wounds
But they are also the knife
Cutting them open
Lonely is a place I cannot be
This is not a remedy
But at least when no one else will
It will stay with me
CZYTASZ
This Is My Letting Go
PoezjaYou'd think with all I have been through, I could make better art than this
