to the girl who sobbed her eyes out today,
the world will tell you that it gets better
and it does, one day
the sinking feeling in your chest
will lift and suddenly you'll breathe again
but you can't wait for one day
I know, from the eyes turning to rust
watching others have good lives
making you glaze over with a spiteful cold
it does get better, you know
when you make an effort to change
when you pick up the pen
and spill your feelings out in blue ink
when you delete his messages
so you stop catching yourself reading them
with a smile on your face
when you start running again
and you feel the burning in your chest
when you start to doodle on your laptop
and make a city unknown to mankind
when you stop feeling so guilty
and stop wasting all your time
when you work harder and try harder
and perhaps cry a little less
to the girl who cried rivers,
do know that you'll be okay
but I know you can't wait for someday
so take today instead
love,
the girl from three hours later
who no longer wants to see you cry
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrythe space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...
