and you're not here so i
pour myself into my writing,
but
what happens
when my pen runs out
of ink
and i am left with
nothing.
i feel like all i am is the words that i speak,
but since you've left
i can never quite
finish
my
sentences,
they -
i feel like i am nothing if 'me' is not
the beginning of
'me and you'
i don't know how to be the singular.
because now those two words, conjunction, pronoun,
carry the most weight in the entire english language.
i don't know how to be me without you.
i don't know how to love without losing myself completely.
i miss being me, conjunction, pronoun.
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Sleepy Towns and Cemeteries - a collection of poems
Poetrystreets here are cemeteries they feel alive when they're dead he wakes up all of the skeletons every time i look at him - sleepy towns and cemeteries, Nicole Dollanganger this is a collection of poems and short pieces i have written
