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the first signs of spring were welcoming
but i didn't feel all warm and fuzzy—
i didn't feel anything
i missed her
i didn't like it one bit
the hope for her
to return this spring was crushed
i had sat out in the spot i first saw her
waiting for any sign of her return
but she never showed.
everything remained the same
as if she had never been there
no one seemed to mind it
like she was a distant memory
just a blurry face
but oh god did i miss her
i missed her everyday
and i couldn't bare it one bit.
YOU ARE READING
𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐓- (jean grey)
Poetry― ‷ why am i so bothered by her ? ‴ (in which someone gets under jean's skin) ― [lowercase intended] complete ! -
