i know i'm getting bad again,
i can feel it with every article of clothing
i add to the growing piles
on my bedroom floor.
i can feel it burying itself in a
pit in my stomach.
i can feel it with every shaky
breath that forces its way out.
i can feel it with every tear hitting my pillow.
i can feel it with every shiver down my spine.
i want it to leave as badly as i want to stay, because leaves aren't the only things
that fall in autumn.
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The Rose and Her Thorns
Poetrya collections of thoughts, feelings, emotions that have been put into words and that have been gnawing at my brain. check out my other poetry book 'among the wildflowers.' ••• poetry collection explicit language all rights reserved completed O6...
