It’s better this way, trust me.
My sheets don’t smell rightwithout your sweat to lend themyour scent I call home.
like holding on to air
Wanting the almostnon-existent. I catch breathof a ghost. He’s gone.
it hurts, letting go
Pain can be delicious…
Did you think he was robbing you to give to me?
These remind me of you every time I put them on.
Without care, it just withers and dies.
A warm waterfall