sometimes someone doesn't love you the way they did last winter.
and just the words "i don't feel okay" falling from your tired lips goes from coming to your house at 11pm even though they're scared of driving at night to "I'm sorry, feel better".
and they don't take pictures of you anymore.
or watch you when you aren't looking.
and they still kiss you,
but never your forehead or nose.
YOU ARE READING
permanently unfinished.
Poetrywe write our feelings on paper because we have no one to turn to when our vision is blurred by tears and our chests are crushed with sadness.
