my birthday present arrives tomorrow morning.
i just keep imagining you standing in my living room.
i just keep imagining you.
my birthday dinner was tonight and i got a little pound cake from the restaurant.
i made a long wish.
i also spilled coke and ice all over myself.
hell of a sweet sixteen.
the start of a year completely without you in it.
367 days.
YOU ARE READING
idk if i can call this poetry
Poetrybook 2 this started out as just writing down my thoughts. poems, quotes and other random stuff. thats what this was supposed to be. instead, it had become a diary. a journal, almost. this is long lost lovers. this is heartbreak. this is one s...
