in this section, you'll be brought to where i was after he left.
the state of mind i was in after he left was worse than dying. i don't know if it was because of where i was in my life when he left or because i had lost someone who i figured would be there until the end.
i'm never going to get that answer and so i'll sit on my floor and write about him until my fingers go numb.
YOU ARE READING
Behind My Eyes.
Poetrycome pick my mind and stay awhile, make yourself comfortable. it's awfully lonely in here. - inside this book, you'll find five distinct parts: simply me, which tells you almost everything you need to know about me. you, which tells you...
