cooking alone and
eating alone
i wanted to cry
but the onion beat me to it
tears without emotion
without thought
without the weight
of your body
laying on my memory
fading between
the good and bad
swirling
until it all becomes
one in the bowl
losing myself in the warmth
my burnt tongue
matches the burn
left on my heart
raw and regretting
the moment i began to care
About Me
- alia
- "too much stuff, too many places, too much information, too many people, too much of things for there to be too much of, there is too much to know and i don't know where to begin but i want to try."
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