I was just wondering...
if I hadn't acted so
impulsively that night, would I
still be in your arms right now?
would it be my arms wrapped
around you on your worst night?
and would it be your shoulders I
cried on when I faced mine?
would I still be talking
to you in person instead
of this letter you're
never going to read?
and would I still be writing
this god damn letter
feeling alone as ever
while you're out there
with some other girl?
YOU ARE READING
Hey Mickey,
Teen FictionHey Mickey, I don't know why but whenever I'm in a deep thought or some tragedy is happening in my life or maybe even just because I feel sad, it's you who I talk to in my head. It's you who I pour my heart and soul into.
