I am quite empty these past few moments like each and every thought I've had is dripping out my nose and onto the bathroom floor a kind of domestic rage pooling at my feet
you said my name and a window slammed shut because I am trying to be strong not kind but I am also buying yarn because your ears got cold and I want to knit you a hat
sadness always hits me like a screen door with broken springs all at once and I hold myself together ands its not quiet or beautiful it is like cleaning up paint
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