i pace back and forth
with you on the mind
i'm trying to erase you
but you keep writing yourself back into my book
it's not the way we intended to end
but what can i say when all you left me
was a note on my bed
goodbye, i'll miss you
but you couldn't pick up the phone
straight to voicemail
your text has been delivered,
but not read
the letters i've written
are piled up on my desk
waiting to be mailed
with no address
maybe soon you'll return
and i'll get to see you again
but months have gone by
and i can't figure out why
i can't stop hitting send
ESTÁS LEYENDO
flower girl
PoesíaI found love, lies, and broken hearts. I had found me; I embraced the world and everything it gave. In a notebook beside my bed, I had kept some things in, and it was time I had finally let them escape. c.m.
