Doors closing echo with the sound of the way you left me every time

Drops of rain feel like dirty tears without your love to wash me clean

Blue skies appear black in the light of the heart you broke apart

Fog sits heavy over every bitter taste your goodbyes haunt me with

Pieces you didn't take knock me flat with how they still smell like you

Abigail

I went a little cray cray with sensory poems this is the last I promise

Doors closing echo with the sound of the way you left me every time

Drops of rain feel like dirty tears without your love to wash me clean



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