there is a loneliness that lingers in my chest
that has grown so hallow with your absence
the silence has become bittersweet company
it's the only thing tying us all together
my hands still search for yours, outstretched
but i'm left with my knuckles turning white
because no matter how hard i hope
your hands are never there to grab mine.
Listening to : The Silence by Marshmello
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Insomnia : A Poetic Mixtape
Poetrya poetry form inspired by mixtapes, and alicia cook. this book is all poems i've written in the middle of the night, with the thoughts that keep me awake. welcome to insomnia, and to my mind.
