there's only a few days left -
a few days before you leave.
you're going on a retreat, with friends,
you're going to have fun.
on valentine's day.
without me.
honestly-
i'm trying not to let it get to me.
our first.
it would be our first.
you're going to be gone.
you're going to be gone all weekend.
you've said sorry a million times.
but there hasn't been a since candy heart,
a single shred of acknowledgement of -
yes, i love you.
i'm not asking for much-
i can't help but want it.
YOU ARE READING
philophobia
Poesíait isn't always as it seems. first breaths of love, first breaks of hearts, first year. October 2013 - May 2015
