This part is for you.
We're standing in the middle of the road in front of your house,
The weather is fine, not too cold, not too warm, but enough to see our breath from the cold breeze.
You're wearing that red windbreaker of yours, and I'm wearing my favorite white jacket.
I'm crying.
On that night, I was telling you how I was wishing that I could go back in time when you would put effort into making me feel better when I'm feeling down.
Back to the time when you'd actually apologize to the wrongs that had done,
Because you prioritized my feelings rather than who was right or who was wrong.
And who made a mistake or who didn't.
In my mind, you're here with me,
Because you don't want me to spend my entire night crying over dumb things that made me upset.
Telling you how I was wishing that you would listen to what I have to say and not turn it into an argument.
How I was wishing that you would tell me more that I'm beautiful.
In my mind, you're hugging me and letting me cry out my frustrations and pain instead of just telling me to stop crying.
YOU ARE READING
Every part of me
PoetryStarting is one of my most struggle when writing this book. I have been trying to finish this for years now but hasn't had the energy to do so. To my readers, meet my soul, I poured my heart into this and I hope you enjoy getting to know me. This is...
