though i love the cool breath you left on
my neck lingering years past our
last goodbye, i can't live a
life where you still raise the
peach fuzz on my nape.
your pillow still
smelling like
you. you're
gone.
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
Lately, I'm empty
Lately, I feel an emptiness inside of me that doesn’t make any sense. I was fine a week ago and now I’m numb to the pain that I’ve been carrying around. Numb to the idea of me existing. I wish I could go to a place where I can hear happy positive thoughts and surround myself with joy. The medication I’m on doesn’t seem to work anymore. I still feel pain from existing, why am I here anyways? Merely to exist. I don’t feel like I’m making any differences being here.
By Cerina Galvan5 days ago in Confessions
Comments (6)
Oh! ♥ Love the imagery in this, especially the peach fuzz, what a great description
This reminded me of the song When You're Gone by Avril Lavigne. Loved your Nonet!
lovely words and images
Tender memories; beautiful kp!
That was brilliant! 🩷
So, so good.