You wrote me once that I was the most important, most loved person in your life. How did we get from there to here? You never gave me an answer.
By Olivia Lindsey3 years ago in Poets
Breath. Take another breath. Take another. Just keep breathing. Going from one to the next is a struggle. The air got thicker when you left.
I thought we were growing together But it looks like I grew and flourished And you started to wilt. Since you left, we swapped roles
I stand in the rain and it feels wonderful . I let it wash you away. I’m not sad we’re not together anymore. I’ll miss the way we were.
I wear my scars with pride. I didn't before but now I can see, that the scars represent the shaping of me. These ones are from cooking, a pastime that I love. They tiger stripe my arms faintly darker than my skin.
By Olivia Lindsey5 years ago in Poets
