i didnt realize how afraid i was of going back to school
until it was told to us that we will be going back,
remote or maybe in person,
on August 24.
without you to hold my hand
or tell me that i look beautiful before i walk into my first class (if i get the chance to do that anyways),
without you to tell me that i'll be okay
or to tell me that SATs aren't even that hard anyways,
and that i will totally get into NHS,
and without a kiss that used to be the last boost of confidence i needed to start my day.
without a reason to wake up every morning.
remember when i told you that you were my reason?
that was stupid.
i should have known not to bet my all on you.
i should have known better than to be that naïve
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...
