I'm not a poet
I'm someone who's broken beyond repair
In search of healing
In search of hope
In search of something
Something other than the gray skies above me
Something other than this darkness clutching me
Something other than these tears that might, that will drown me
This void I might never fill
I'm in search of something
A piece of me I might never find
A piece of me
The only piece that could make me whole
The piece of me I lost
When I lost you
YOU ARE READING
After Us
PoetryPeople say that love can shape us into poets. Whether it is a love returned, love forgotten, or a love that just couldn't be. So this is what comes after all you've been through together, after all the things you've said and promised, after you-afte...
