Friday the thirteenth, black cats, shattered mirrors, and ...me?
A short poem about ghosting, how it impacts others, and what people can do to resolve this problem.
Love comes in all shades and shapes, so I'm left to imagine all ways it could take.
Origin of attachment issues. I don't know. I just can't. It's normal right?
When there's things we can't talk about... is there a way out of it?
I take in every moment, for the fear of you leaving me too soon. In every detail, my mind is frantically looking for ways to remember the joy, the pure happiness I feel in your arms. You always notice...
Friday the thirteenth, black cats, shattered mirrors, and ...me?
A short poem about ghosting, how it impacts others, and what people can do to resolve this problem.
Love comes in all shades and shapes, so I'm left to imagine all ways it could take.
Origin of attachment issues. I don't know. I just can't. It's normal right?
When there's things we can't talk about... is there a way out of it?
I take in every moment, for the fear of you leaving me too soon. In every detail, my mind is frantically looking for ways to remember the joy, the pure happiness I feel in your arms. You always notice...