His absence is too loud, too painful.
Like a fucking yoyo we are but if I wanted a fag, I could pop down to the store...
Nothing to be seen, nothing to be sewn
maybe something inside
He wears the crown of suffering. Another freestyle.
I'd wait for you forever but I need you now, tomorrow, forever, in any way but this way.
Your love is a supermassive black hole
Where do I put the love?
It's better to love him from afar.
Let's carve our names in our tree! 🙂 A poem about togetherness and separation. And how badly I crave his garden. (If you're reading this, I love you if you didn't already know).
the absence of words is silence
A poem about not giving a fuck...
a poem about silence