I'd miss you if you disappeared into the shadows for the last time and never returned.
I'd miss you like I'd miss a scar
or a burn
or a bruise,
because you were a part of my story once and then you faded out of my life
and nothing could ever break my glass heart the same way twice.
- happy to be broken at your hands
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
What it Means to Live and other poems
ΠοίησηAn anthology of poetry based on my experiences with mental health, invisible illness, identity, and my journey of self acceptance and recovery. This book includes the following collections: Section1: What it means to live - Poetry looking at the hig...
