Waiting
4 August, 2014
I'm still thinking about the block party.
I have it confirmed it in my mind I won't see him.
If i go and if I don't go, it's just a fact.
This makes me really mad.
I have no idea what I have done to deserve this
pain this... torture.
It hurts so much.
See people kiss, hold hands,
When I want to do that so bad.
He just lives one street away from me.
He might as well live a million miles away
me, with the good it's doing.
I want to know what he's doing.
What the summer homework is like.
Just about life right now.
But why would he want to know about me?
I wans't asked for my number.
Not that many people would miss me.
Compared to him.
I want to see him so bad.
I need to see him.
God,
I miss you.
Please come back.
YOU ARE READING
A Summer Story
PoetryA story of a stupid girl that didn't say goodbye and regrets it everyday.