Friday, August 28


If there
is a heaven

I’ll be by
you beside

inside it,

hands —
best friends

again (
anther stigma

) all the
sadness from

you gone
& healthy

For the

we had

is around us
like stars

& the joy
you once

sung to me
is everywhere

from yr
disney eyes.

Pointless writing poems about her, but, fuck it, I’m trying to grow. If something calls out to me, I ain’t gonna ignore it.

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