struggling to sleep
i feel sick to my stomach
i feel my heart is caught in my throat and im going to vomit it out soon
then there will be no love left for anything.
he says it's not my fault but it always feels like it is, he says it's no ones fault, yet if no one was at fault why would it keep getting worse as soon as it got better.
my love is dying but alas my poetry is thriving from my mourning













