i got a missed call from jean, nevada
the same day you got caught
for leaving the state borders
and sending your friend to a hospital
that same morning, before i got the call
you woke to tell me you were scared
you were calling, asking me to stay
i wanted to tell you everything would be alright
instead i ate breakfast and laughed at stupid jokes
i knew that conversation would be our last
i laughed at the tears you gave to me
but kissed you and sent you to sleep
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
