This is the fourth chapter I've written in two days. I need to fix the cover. I need to stop writing this.
I'm writing this on the bus.
I'm wearing your ring. I listened to our song. I didn't cry this time.
I'm worried about what's gonna happen. When you're gonna turn around and say you didn't mean your apologies. When you're gonna leave again.
It's hard talking to you because all I want to hear is "I love you. Come back to me. Come back and stay."
I don't even know what I'd say anymore. Now that you're "back" my feelings I thought I had are fucked up.
My chest hurts. I'm not going to cry. I promised myself I'd never cry for you again.
I guess I'll cry for me then.
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Distant Thoughts
Poesiahow to: get over your first love write a book about your experience with heartbreak -- 1. "You are like the wind Sometimes here, sometimes not Maybe I ought To have known that now Is the time you aren't" 2. "I'm running out of things to say Please...
