your memory
you were a fairytale a delicate scented flower that grounded me with your ever so resilient roots and i was the earth beneath you, or so i thought but now thats where your memory lies on the tip of my tongue on the edges of insanity and in a windowless home- a home that requires a million witnesses to be called "home"
Posted Apr 25, 2022, 5:28 PM UTC
Beautifully written. Not sure I understand all of it but please don't explain it to me. I like when poetry keeps me guessing.
aww thankyou so much