It is January thirty-first,
and in exactly fourteen days
On what is supposedly
the most romantic day of the year
I will have been apart from you
for longer than we were ever together.
I wish I could grab you and shake you
and somehow explain to you
how insane that makes me feel
It's like an acid trip and
a psychotic break and
at the same time
I've always been one of
those people who remembers
every birthday and every
anniversary
And I know on that day
you won't feel anything
but I'll be screaming and
screaming into my pillow again
and I don't know how I'm supposed
to handle this, but I'm pretty
sure throwing myself off
the nearest skyscraper
isn't what my family
would consider ideal
YOU ARE READING
Poésie
PoetryI have a lot of feelings so I write a lot of things. (This anthology contains all of my poems, so anything in any of my other poetry anthologies will also be here.)
