because it's 10:52pm
and she's listening to songs about him
and he's messing around somewhere
she's trying to forget him
and he begins remembering her.
she's trying so hard to let go
and he's holding on for dear life.
push and pull
up and down
left and right
they'll never be at the same place
at the same time
YOU ARE READING
ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
