every time mom asks if i have heard from you,
i flatline
as the true answer,
the one i hate so much,
the one that i wish was just a dream,
tells her all she needs to hear.
no.
but what i wouldnt give for the answer to just be yes.
what i wouldn't give to turn back time.
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...
