"it's like rain on your wedding day..."
the chorus is but a whisper from the small stereo above me.
i force myself to sit down.
stop it.
stop thinking about him.
i put down my phone.
"figures..."
it's ironic, i miss you.
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
