i'm tired of waking up in the middle of the night
and rushing to my phone
to see what part of you i missed
your newest instagram story
your song story
i imagine every post is carefully curated
to tell me that you miss me
i'm searching for signs in the coding
in the content
in the timing
are you reaching out to me
or should i just go back to sleep
YOU ARE READING
The Stages of Heartbreak and Grief of Who I Once Was
Poetryfreeform poetry describing the heartache of high school and college relationships and learning to navigate life alone
