Genre: sad, relationships, love
I was open in front of him
by Cindreia Europe
Air rushing in my caverns winds tearing at my insides making me all too aware
Of my emptiness where love should be
Of my cliffs that jut and tear at
The ragged rawness inside of me
I am empty where I should be full and full of only the wrong things
I bared my landscape to the warmth of his sun
Time stopped, a brief ice age before my global warming
But I don’t know what happens next
This all happened in another universe
But here
He is someone else’s sun
And I am still a barren wasteland
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