Today I had another dream about you. Because you had to fucking text me. I don't blame you but please just go.
I have two jobs now. I'm going to school. I'm trying to forget about you. I can't help it
Please for the love of God download tinder or something. Move on. Go on dates. Be happy.
I can't be what I once was for you anymore. And you know that too. You'll have to accept it at some point.
Stop looking at my fucking Pinterest. Stop looking at my fucking words. I can't hold you anymore. My empathy can't handle him.
Things to do:
- upload obscure music playlists
- work on amazing pixel art
- go on dates
- move on
Goodbye. I'm done. I'm done. I'm done.
Goodnight.
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Resilient Spirit
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose crafted during a time of grief, love, and confusion. (my diary for everyone to read) Updated every week! ♡
