Tag: death, healing, loss

In time, in time they tell me, I’ll not feel so bad. I don’t want time to heal me. There’s a reason I’m like this.I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won’t smooth you away.I can’t say goodbye.

In time, in time they tell me, I’ll not feel so bad. I don’t want time to heal me. There’s a reason I’m like this.I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won’t smooth you away.I can’t say goodbye.