i enter the school
a shaky feeling in my gut
notifying me that i still miss you
i see you at your locker
i pray to god that it was a dream
i'd walk up to you and all would be okay
all would be solved
all would be good between us
i've known you for years and i wish
so greatly, that it's not over
but i know
deep down, in my gut
it is over and it can't be fixed
who will call me that dumb nickname?
who will take all my books?
who will i talk love with?
the answers are unclear
but one this is perfectly, crystal clear
we are over.
YOU ARE READING
your average teenager
Poesiatw// suicide, self harm, depression cw// food stuff to read when you feel your life exploding from the inside out💙 ©️caiitymay
