idk if i can call this poetry

2:32pm**

i have to clean my room.

but its one of those days

and i kinda just wanna go to sleep and

wake up when fucking pigs fly,

but i guess ill go do it anyways

because its better than sitting here

with your hands around my throat again.

...

can you believe ill be 16 soon?

i cant believe it.

ill be the age you were whenever we first met,

remember?

remember my love?

please tell me you remember.

please tell me you'll remember me.

please tell me you'll come back to me.

please just show up on my door and hug me and tell me everythings alright,
please be here,
please be close to me,
please let me hear your voice,
please let me wear your clothes even though it pisses you off,
please call me your baby girl,
please draw pictures and write notes for me,
please beg me to stay for just 5 more minutes,
please dance with me,
please just kiss me,
please set me on fire,
please argue with me about giving your coat back,
please pick me up early to go get donuts on a special day,
please run through the fields with me on the last day of school,
please tell me about your dreams,
please make bucket lists with me,
please take me to stores so we can decide what champagne floats we will use at our wedding,
please take me beautiful places,
please cut me open and take my heart, its yours,
please bring me on morning dates in our pajamas,
please make stupid jokes,
please grab my hand when you're scared,
please let me grab yours when im scared,
please remind me that im beautiful when i forget,
please tell me what names you want to give to your kids,
please let me fall asleep on you,
please pull me onto your lap,
please be on my doorstep with a 2-liter of mountain dew and a bouquet of my favorite flowers, just like you did last year,
on my birthday,
remember?

dont you remember?

please