Leaving

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After this year, I will never see her again and that scares me so much.

She will leave without looking back. She will walk into this new place with her shoulders back, her head held high and no memory of her old life.

She will forget me the moment she steps out of the door. She will have new friends, a new personality. A new life.

I was never her friend and I probably never will be but she means so much to me. The fact that I won't get to know her makes me so annoyed at myself for not having the guts to speak to her.

She is the most amazing person in my life and I could never hurt her.

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