I need a shoulder to cry on.
I want someone to tell me it will be okay.
Not someone who has to care like my roommates. My family. My friends.
I need someone who is practical, but at the same time I know they won't know what to do with my tears.
I want someone to listen to me. Then I want them to tell me what I did wrong.
Richard?
I wish I had a Richard I could run to.
He won't comfort me though.
He doesn't know how.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
شِعرMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
