Ghosts of What Was Me #poetry

woman's feet in crocs

Authenticity I say; if there's sunshine then there's rain, and in the honest tears, Love's quiet refrain. ❤️🖤 Crying and crying and crying, bitterly, resentfully, mourning some kind of loss while a rhythm pulses in my ears, pushing out what was, bringing to the surface the hate I could not bear before, cleansing what was … Continue reading Ghosts of What Was Me #poetry