isn't it sad?
how we grow apart
when you had weaved yourself between my arteries
every breath i took
it was you
pervading
my
every sense
amassing my mortality
as one with yours
and now
you are damaged tree roots
growing out gray
like my very respiratory system
since you've been gone
so isn't it sad?
how we grow apart
and stay apart
i posted this on my insta so i'm posting it on here now
YOU ARE READING
i really wanna scream
Poetryand so with that, in conclusion, sometimes all there's needed is a scream to shatter the glass around your own heart. tryna be poetic or whateva (not really succeeding tho!)
