I have been locked up in my room for the last week. My mother forced me to come out for the first time yesterday.
I realize that I miss you so much my head is spinning, my heart is screaming,
twisting
breaking like glass
it fucking stings.
Because it's 4:41 in the morning
And I wish, so badly, I could be pressed up against your chest
Listening to your heartbeat;
instead of rain.
YOU ARE READING
100 Reasons Why I Still Love You
Poetryat night you told me to look at the stars and i did. and you said count them you said that's how much you loved me. but when the sun came up and the morning entered i tried counting the stars but they weren't there. in ode to heartbreak and to all...
