And just like before, more like a few times before
I feel sadness as you leave once more.
How many times must this happen? How many times must my mood be dampened
by the emptiness and loneliness left by your lack of loving expressions?
A shambles of emotions, as we wreck ourselves to avoid the one conversation
Needing an answer but not wanting to be the one to ask the question.
Back and forth, twists and turns
An almighty ill feeling shadows as I anticipate your return
Will it be too late?
YOU ARE READING
None of it makes any sense
PoetryA bundle of poetry written by myself for myself. But now for you too. With added photography pictures taken by myself, for myself. But now for you too. Heartbreak, love, anxiety and happiness. Plus the in-between moments.
