..complications, predicaments, liaisons, fragments, idioms and expressions.
I gave you my heart,
you didn’t cherish it.
You returned it,
broken and in shards.
I still cut myself
trying to comfort myself.
And still
I cannot hate you.
I miss those mornings where the house was loud and alive. The chattering of my children; the arguing, the laughing, the hurriedness of tryin...
No comments:
Post a Comment