A/N: This is just an unfinished poem that I started a long time ago. I'm gonna post it and one day I may finish it but it's unlikely.
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This is wrong.
You should be in the truck next to us.
You should be out with Belle.
I should be ranting to Isa about how mad I am with you for being out with her and not me.
I shouldn't be so damn selfish.
You're living you're life and I should be happy for you.
Not crying on my bedroom floor because I miss you.
I was on the phone with you earlier, and damn it, Shane. You sounded like a responsible adult and you didn't sound like that two weeks ago.
YOU ARE READING
A Broken Heart
PoesiaThis will be a book of rants, poems, short stories, and memories that I want to share. Please comment your feedback and let me know what you think. Also, just a heads up, some of it might get a little dark sometimes. I apologize in advance for that.
