I wish it had been me instead of my mom.
I wish I had died on that motorcycle when we went down.
I wish I'd been aborted.
I wish for anything to take this ache.
I delete my search history because I could never do it.
I wish it would stop.
I wish I'd been born in a different era or not at all.
YOU ARE READING
Her. (rough draft)
PoetryThis author has gone through the most brutal breakup she's ever endured, she needs an outlet. Enjoy
