I can no longer hold my breath.
I rather drown, then wade in false hope.
You’ve given me every emotion I’m capable of,
I’ve fallen hard, so many times.
How do I keep going? How am I still just suppose?
I shout and shout, forgive me,
across this universe
…only to be a ghost.
You’re not me,
no you’re not.
You still can’t say…
Writer, Poet, Thinker, Paralegal, Miawpukek First Nations, GymLife, Runner, Bike Writer, & Pun Enthusiast I like my puns intended. ✍️
“I don’t claim to be a great writer, but I’m enjoying the journey of becoming one”
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