torn in two
is the photograph that we took with my old rusty polaroid on my sixteenth birthday
and i know i shouldn't tell you but i just can't stop thinking about you
and that's why I dug it out from the bottom of my suitcase
because i'm moving now, far away from you
and long distance was never my thing because who will hold me when i'm having an anxiety attack over school
and who will come over and tutor me the next day so that i never have to panic about school again
and who will visit me in each of my classes to make sure i'm doing alright
and who will get out of class early to give me a hug after seeing my report card, no matter the grades
who will know me well enough to know that i tried my best even if there are six fails on that report card?
it won't be you,
because our photograph is torn in two
YOU ARE READING
you promised forever // poetry
Poetry'i risked my life to get you this rose. now all i need to know is if you care enough to let it die or let it grow' a book of my poems/rants :) **lowercase is intended**
