two. burntoastsweetea

You'd never experienced me this way before.

I grieved my grandad's death in real time.

I grieved him once. Then twice.

All whilst writing my solo research project.

I turned 21.

Nightmare on our street.

I was no longer the same girl you fell for.

She was gone. I knew it.

I had a rebirth. You only just woke up.

In the best case scenario, I would have

become the best version of me.

The next day, that girl was gone again.

It wasn't your fault.

Several witnesses but none of us saw

what happened. But me and them. We knew.

From this moment I knew, a piece of my soul become theirs,

selfishly

They took it

I only wanted you, so I let down all authority when you were

the one knocking on the door...

He was the one who entered

Every day after,

it's not been the same.

Signing off, burnt toast, sweet tea;