Poetry by Joey

Snapped

No, no you can’t be gone

I thought you were going to hold onto me forever

I never thought you would just drop me like a pencil

I’m falling at a rate I hadn’t yet planned at going at

Falling until I crash on the ground and break

Much like how I would on my bed

But there’s no difference between the two

Both are heavy and cold, feeling empty and lonely

There’s no room for comfort now

I’m stuck here just absorbing the news

You dropped me, and you didn’t care if I broke

It’s no wonder why I snapped