I've forgotten, Sarah is dead to me.
I can see the veins and the twitching nerve
a painful reflex
I've come to deserve.
My breathing hurts with each
vocal stretch and
strain, loss of sound
or are you deaf.
The same words on repeat
sound better
in her speech.
Or am I mute.
I found this in one of my many notebooks. I remember writing this whilst working at an indoor mini golf. I was sat in that booth for hours with nothing to do. I got a lot of great reading and writing done in that time though.
Love and Bugs
xoxo
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