• twominutestilmidnight 39w

    In the Wind

    The cigarette ashes carry the memory of you when the wind blows them away from me.

    Yesterday morning I started to be able to keep down what I eat.

    Trauma blocking is starting to take place.
    It's only been a week, I already have a hazy remembrance of your face.

    It wasn't love I felt.
    No, I was traumatically bond and addicted to turning to you for help.

    A blessing in disguise.
    What I learned from you is truth in the words,
    "Love never dies."