it’s sunday and no one can fix my sky
and everything i gave you was lost
and everything you took from me was broken
and today it’s just me
and
this blanket and this cat
and this blue brutal happiness of nothing
and i have nowhere to go
nowhere to put these feelings
everywhere i try to set them down
starts a fire
it’s sunday and no one
can fix my sky.
August 2nd, 2022 at 9:59 pm
I’m so glad you’re still writing poetry with your heart’s ink. X