on bad days
i'd turn to you
and you would always be right there
right beside me
you would stay
even when I forgot you were there
too busy with other things
to pay you much attention
you waited patiently
until one day
one of those bad days
i turned to look for you
and you were gone
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
