‘I want you to stop writing about me.‘
And ever since she told me that my passion for writing has decimated,
Days later turned into a year,
A year later turned into two,
Two later turned into three.
Now when walking in places where her and I used to be,
It all just feels like a dream.
Two souls once connected in love and innocence,
Are now two souls disconnected and split into different journeys.
After Dark Poetry 