Whenever I type
The first letter
Of your name
My phone thinks of you
Every time it happens
I know, so irrational
But I get mad somehow
Doesn't it know?
Know that I don't speak
Don't speak of you
Anymore
Doesn't it know?
That I don't want to think
Think of you
Like before
Restless reminder
Of what we broke
Flashes before
Too fast for me
To close my eyes
And before I know it
Whenever I write
About your first letter
I think of you
YOU ARE READING
Growing Pains
PoetryA retelling of growing up with all of the highs and lows. Condensed into few words are my experiences with people, self-discovery, and the small parts of life and the world I've gotten to see through the windows of my childhood home.
