Reading BackwardsA Poem by Kirsty Woodwardbecause I needed you on days like today buried ten feet under it doesn’t matter that you just left me there to pick apart the words you said until there was nothing left of them I sat on the arm of the chair and you didn’t look at me once and now I have this constant burning in my chest because you never let me know. © 2017 Kirsty Woodward |
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