you told me once
"tell me where it hurts
and i will kiss it
all better"
but now,
it is two and a half
years later
and where are you
when i am laying in my bed,
clutching a pillow
like an anchor to this world,
whispering,
"everywhere"
YOU ARE READING
deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
