Wounded. I think about you. Burdened:
by pain. Grey clouds swirl in my eyes,
they fall open, they pour down.
We loved each other then,
we smoked in cafes,
broke in Paris,
drank red wine—
but you
left.
About the Creator
Josh Clements
he/him. ally 🏳️🌈 🏳️⚧️ ♀
rad lefty ☮️ adhd. ptsd.
bus crash survivor. spinal disability.
degree in sociology and masters in political theory.
scribbles with a tear & a smile 🖊️🥲
threads: @joshuaclements89
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Comments (3)
I like the setting, traditionally seen as romantic, as the scene of the disappointment of heartbreak as Paris itself disappointed me rather
Eventually, people always end up leaving. It's so sad
What a heartbreakingly beautiful poem. It’s quite haunting, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.