a small box in my room holds
memories i can't bear to face
inside the box is a polaroid picture
of you and i
we seem so happy
and i remember that we were
the picture was taken on your 15th birthday
we were laughing uncontrollably and
gripping each other tight
not looking at the camera
but instead looking at each other
where did we lose those two girls?
those two girls whose happiness
seemed to rely on the other
those girls who never stopped laughing
and smiling and caring
i have never stopped caring
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what i can't say to you
Poetrywhat i wish i could've said but never had the chance to complete check out my other work (in progress) • girl unraveled
