it sucks that you live so close by,
cuz now whenever im walking with my friends,
even just to the park,
my mom always asks
why im so close to your house.
my own neighborhood is now a battlefield,
and i cannot cross an invisible line
that separates your world from mine.
i couldn't, even if i wanted to.
on the off chance you'd be outside,
or even your family,
or even just the sight of your house,
id lose it.
i know i would.
so my neighborhood is a battlefield, and
unfortunately,
im on the front lines
without a gun, armor, or a shield.
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...
