For her, love is like the muddy snow on a
Christmas Day blizzard road:
it's dark, it's dangerous, and it's left alone.
She only wishes to live life as a romantic
sitcom episode.
"Though we never get what we want, do we?", she
says, crying over a dial tone.
YOU ARE READING
none of the things i've said
PoesíaA collection of poems from a teenager battling social anxiety, depression, and teenage angst while navigating love on the road to self discovery and maturing. It's simply good fun. Well not all the time; sometimes it's about love. And heartbreak...
