tell me
there are still days when
I feel like a saltless sea
when your grief throbs in my chest
like a second heart
I grew up more spine than child
I was born more empty than not
(half the voices in my head are yours)
© the inkwell poetry
I feel like a saltless sea
when your grief throbs in my chest
like a second heart
I grew up more spine than child
I was born more empty than not
(half the voices in my head are yours)
© the inkwell poetry