poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
even with the most anger I love him,I know the sound of his steps,how his feet hit the ground,to the shape of his legs,how his trousers touch his shoes,memorised his face into my irises,every freckle to every eyelash, I hear his voice and I shudder,Like someone repeatedly stabbed me with a pointed rock,Chest plummeting inwards,waterfall […]