in two years
when everything we ever did like
riding bikes and
rolllerblading and
late night fights and
early morning sunrises
becomes a distant memory
i hope that it's my name you whisper in your sleep
afraid that one day
i might come back to return all the pain you gave me
-i want to recover before you
YOU ARE READING
longing personified
Poetrya collection of poems about friendships, love, loss, and heartbreak. the perfect representation of the teenage experience.
