i've been trying not to think about her.
not anyone in particular, just her.
the her i'll wake up next to,
the her i'll laugh with,
the her i'll love in the future,
whoever it may be.
i've been trying not to think about her,
because i know that if i think too much,
i'll realize that there's a very small chance
that there'll be a future
that i'll recognize.
things out of my control,
things i'm told i'm too young to change.
things that are changing,
whether or not certain people choose
to acknowledge them.
it aches to see this.
it hurts to know
that there might not be a her
waiting for me in the future.
there might not even be a me.
YOU ARE READING
love is like a roller coaster
Poetry𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. the hopeless ramblings of a hopeless romantic. > (completed)
