It used to be a balance, the highs and the lows. I took them as they came. Now, all that’s left of the highs is a distant memory that’s slowly disintegrating.
And the lows feel like I’m drowning.
Unsent letters you’ll never read & broken words I can never speak out loud. A compilation of Freeverse writing and poetry by Courtney Hope.
It used to be a balance, the highs and the lows. I took them as they came. Now, all that’s left of the highs is a distant memory that’s slowly disintegrating.
And the lows feel like I’m drowning.