I don't have a best friend.
Because I haven't found anyone to replace you, and I don't think anyone could.
I forgot about you today.
I was washing the dishes, someone was yelling at me (like always), and then the water was too hot and it burned my hands--but I just let it. I held my hands under the scalding water, watching my skin turn raw and red. I didn't stop until someone came over to shut the water off, and yell at me some more for being an idiot.
And that's when I remembered you, and I realized I hadn't thought about you in too long.
I promised you I'd never forget you, and now look at what I've done?
My hands still sting, but not as much as missing you does.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry❝ my heart runs wild with words that shouldn't escape my lips ❞ [[my process of healing//started feb. 13th, 2016]]
