“I can’t go on like this”
I sob into my pillow
At four am
While my eyes flutter back tears and exhaustion
Knowing I will wake up
And you still will not be here
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365 Stagnated Love Letters
What started as a challenge to write 365 poems in a year turned into just being able to write 365 poems true to myself. This is now a quest for vulnerability at it's finest.
