A best friend
but practical blood,
we might as well be sisters,
though not too fast;
I'd dreamt about the day
when you find out all
that's urging
to be cried out,
though not so suddenly,
as sad as that is.
I trust you only so much
but wish to connect,
though that's not attainable
and it kills me slowly,
soft as two arms ought to hold
but do for only so long;
such bittersweetness is
only a poison to my heart.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
