Dear Diary,
Our last argument I called you a bitch and you came back with some sarcastic comment
We never talked again.
Sometimes I like to send you long apology letters.
But, you never get them.
You changed your number and moved away and that was the last time I saw you
Somedays when we drive past your house my brother asks how your doing but I never know what to say
How are you doing?
Darling, I hope you're okay.
God, I hate myself more then ever every time I pass that pastel blue
house and see the "for rent" sign.
Tell me something
If we hadn't of had that argument that one night in late November
And I hadn't of said such mean things
Would you still be here?
Is that how I changed?
I wish you would
talk to me...
Because, I'm not doing okay
I'm not doing okay
Love, Kassandra
YOU ARE READING
amberlyn
Poetry"I don't know what to do to get you out of my head, and it's driving me insane."
