you were my first "talking stage"
well, my first real one
like facetiming and
asking about my day and
acting like you were interested
until
i realized that the person giving effort wasn't you
and yes, it's true
i thought your forced good mornings
were a disguised i love you
-i was the only one trying
YOU ARE READING
longing personified
Poetrya collection of poems about friendships, love, loss, and heartbreak. the perfect representation of the teenage experience.
