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Writer's pictureGabriela Pritomanova

Potential

Something died in me that day

the day you said you didn’t want me

well you didn't use so many words

but I knew what you wanted was not me


For months I was in mourning

over something that didn't exist

I mourned your potential

Something I imagined the first time we kissed


It was a tough pill to swallow

you were never going to meet the expectation

I saw something there but

it was just an imaginary creation



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