A poem I found in a lost place:
You want to know the truth?
You want to know the truth? Well,
the truth is
I’m scared. I’m
scared and I’m scarred and I’m
sitting alone with a stretch of day ahead of me
and I don’t know what to do.
We (he-and-I) were supposed to write a book together.
I made a choice.
The urge to check if you’ve sent me a message is
maddening—
I glance at my phone every thirtyfuck seconds and
twiddle my thumbs in between.
When you make a secret of the love of your life,
your life makes a secret of love, and let everyone
think that way.
you are a great poet considering you wrote this. :) whoever it was for, must be feeling really happy right now :)
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday Jesssica!
ReplyDeleteI always enjoy reading your posts. :) You are always the best for me :) Take Good Care Always and Have fun in everything you do. I hope i get to meet you again. Happy Birthday
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