Wounded. I think about you. Burdened:
by pain. Grey clouds swirl in my eyes,
they fall open, they pour down.
We loved each other then,
we smoked in cafes,
broke in Paris,
drank red wine—
but you
left.
About the Creator
Josh Clements
he/him. ally 🏳️🌈 🏳️⚧️ ♀
rad lefty ☮️ adhd. ptsd.
bus crash survivor. spinal disability.
degree in sociology and masters in political theory.
scribbles with a tear & a smile 🖊️🥲
threads: @joshuaclements89
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