i sobbed in front of my phone,
friendship ended, just like that
then i heard my mother calling from downstairs
calling for me to eat dinner
as i wiped my moist yet dried up tears,
walking downstairs
like a happy little child
but i wasn't happy inside
i ate my dinner, acting like as if i didn't just break down earlier
it's funny
because the people whom i ate dinner with
thought that i was pretty good and alright
because i was like a broken doll in a box
that's wrapped in pretty, polka-dot paper
YOU ARE READING
purple strings || poetry
Poetrya series of poetry about nostalgia, emotions, random thoughts, and many more ! (lowercase is intended, don't come for me pls lol) possible tw (trigger warning) for this book book cover illustrated by me
