At one point everything was about you.
Every line in my poetry.
Every word in it’s broken beautifulness.
It was all for you.
But you never knew.
I tell myself that these lines I write now are a goodbye.
But deep down I know they will always be for you.
Every comma, every full stop.
It’s all for you.
You.
YOU ARE READING
EPIPHANY
Poetry"I'm desperately trying to heal myself." •. •. •. •. •. I strongly believe art isn't supposed to be pretty, or liked and understood by the masses. Art is supposed to make you unco...
