One week, the one week I have to go without him. I already know what's gonna happen.
He's the only thing keeping my mind sane, stable, in control. The only thing keeping my heart beating. He is the breath I breathe, the water I drink, the food I eat.
Without him, I'm nothing.
So through this one week, I'm screwed....
I love you James.
YOU ARE READING
The Things I Can't Say
Poetrythis is a note, a message to my love. Because I'm too wimpy to tell it to him.
