Indifference. A poem.

Every indifferent look is broken glass, slicing my already severed heart. Your indifference, (bricks laid by me), is the wall separating our dual Berlins. Your indifference is the pendulum that crushes me whole: nothing left and nothing right. Every indifferent look leaves me lost inside and needing so much more in life. The All orContinue reading “Indifference. A poem.”