2017. the year of waiting for may and hoping to both make it there in one piece. the year of countdowns and crying, of promises barely kept and, of poetry and bracelets and too many mistakes.
2017. the year of barely surviving and celebrations no one else understood. the year of hanging on to each other for dear life, of breakdowns on each other's beds and running away from ourselves.
2017. the year of restarting and begging for it to be easier this time. the year of hospital wristbands, of sharpie hearts and pretending not to have broken them.
2017. the year of holding on and wishing we weren't
2017// k.
YOU ARE READING
this is everything i didn't say
Poetryand then there was one //if you know me, please ask before reading this, it's very personal
