Dear Diary,
On days like this i wish we could still talk
Leave everything behind- pick up our childhood chalk
Talk about boys, your mom, your jobs.
But alas we are both superiority snobs.
If I speak first, i could never get a response
If she speaks first, i would probably just taunt.
Either way nobody wins, we both die trying
But wouldn't that at least be worth the dying?
Sure it's embarrassing, it's hard, what to say...
Where do I begin on the day it went array-
You left me all alone in this godforsaken bay
Now I think of you in colors so blue in the haunted clouds of May.
Maybe one day all of my questions will be knowledge.
I won't remember these endless obstacles i've had in college.
I will toss my cap, and never look back.
Because baby. that's a wrap!
YOU ARE READING
Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY
PoetryLetters to the ones I love, the ones I used to love, and the ones I haven't loved yet. From an unhealed soul. Letters from the Unhealed explores my personal young adult journey through poetry. Ever since the day I turned 18 the world seemed to hav...
