I beg my father, I need to leave.
I can't tell him what's happened, my friends say to wait.
She may change her mind.
They feed you false hope.
I cling to the false hope though. I really do.
"Don't talk to her until she realizes what she's done."
I text my friend from back home. She's on the way.
I pack a bag. I don't look, I just shove.
The room is a wreck.
I could care less.
I can't think straight.
I was waiting to wake up.
But it was real this time.
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Her. (rough draft)
PoetryThis author has gone through the most brutal breakup she's ever endured, she needs an outlet. Enjoy