Poetry (words)


It feels like the past couple of months have been leading me somewhere, but I’m still slightly lost.

Picking over the bones of it for guidance. The leaves still fell and the new shoots grew. Memories I’ve kept a few. 

The world didn’t end, but I felt it jolt. Someone else’s momentum bringing life to a halt. Out of my hands. 

I’ve tried….fuck I’ve almost begged, but I’m done. So the words that humbled you will always be yours, to have and to hold. The ink remains wet infinitely. 


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