I have a photo album titled, "stories" on my phone.
They're conversations that I've had with my friend.
(They're pictures of the texts)
Fun fact: we are talking about the same subject, in every single picture.
It's him.
It's the conversations
when I've had breakdowns
and he's all that I can think about.
It's the conversations
when I'm stressed and
he's the only thing on my mind.
It's the conversations
when I'm furious and
I remember how he calms me down.
They're all about him.
I intend to tell him one day.
Not soon.
But one day.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryI'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot. Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.
