listen to me
i still sleep with the goddamn
stuffed animal you gave me
the night you left
and i still wake up with
that excited and special that
something-is-happening
feeling every
twenty-fourth of the month
and i still remember
your sports schedule.
i remember how you have
soccer on mondays
and tuesday nights and
that's why you don't call me
and i still fight tooth
and nail against anyone
who has anything
to say against you
behind your back i'm
trying my hardest here
to be okay with this whole
you-not-being-here
thing but i can't wrap my head
around how one day
you love me more than
the world and the
next you're tearing
my heart
into a thousand pieces
YOU ARE READING
Poésie
PoëzieI 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.)
