if emotional pain was shown through real wounds,
i think id have a slash on my neck
over that super important vein on the right side
it would cut deep enough to just barely open the vein,
just the tiniest bit
but still threatening.
every time i think of you and miss you,
every time someone i love dies,
every time a certain threat looms over my head to take another person away,
every time i scroll through old pictures and wish that i could go back in time to where i didn't feel like this all the time,
every time she doesnt answer my text messages,
every time one of my best friends that moves out of state and leaves me here,
every time i sit on the couch and cry because i simply have nothing else to do and i cant hold it in anymore,
that gash slits just a little deeper.
and im so glad thats not the case,
because if it was,
id be bleeding out, wearing your hoodie
and staining it with everything that has gone wrong
since you've been gone.
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...
