I only talk to her.
And not just talk
As in
Opening up
wounds I didn't know weren't healed
and spilling my mind in our
snapchat text.
But talk:
hey
how's your day?
wyd?
Conversations that
were barely even had.
While I pour my 2am thoughts in the chat
and get a love you back.
And the words are okay
just there's not enough.
Love is a feeling she holds,
but I'm holding trust.
She is secure.
I am not.
We love longing
and she knows she can have me.
Maybe that's why she doesn't answer.
And maybe that feeling will come back
if I stop writing a diary in our chat.
Maybe we need that longing love again.
Or maybe I just need some friends.
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PoésieIn this collection of poetry, Fee writes about their experience with mental illness, gender identity, relationships and finding themself as a seventeen year old.
