I think of you constantly
Wondering if you're in bed thinking about me
Craving with desire to be back in the same bed you must think constantly
about that girl who isn't me
The girl who won't hold your hand with her friends around and the girl who cares more about your wallet than the person you are
The person you ought to be
The person you were when you were with me
You don't smile as bright
And I'm hoping it's because you aren't with me
YOU ARE READING
Being between life and death
PoetryYou, holder of chaos, have the ability to make it look like beauty.