today is the day.
one of my best friends is picking up and moving 7 hours away.
Norah.
i keep telling myself that its all fine, and ill be fine
but god knows that with every hit that i take,
another piece of me sinks in and dissolves like rotten fruit,
im afraid
that when you come back,
i will be all but the shell of a person.
i have learned that its really hard to find yourself when the world keeps stepping on you and squishing you into the concrete.
because getting up is a whole lot harder when you know that youre just gonna be pushed right back down.
safe travels today, hun. thank you for everything, and ill see you again really soon. i promise. i hope minnesota treats you well :)
YOU ARE READING
idk if i can call this poetry
Poesiabook 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...
