I thought that this summer
I would be holding your hand
As fireflies made crowns of light
Atop our heads.
Instead I am as alone
As the solitary mosquito bite on my arm
As I reach out of the car window,
Grasping at the air speeding by.
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Survive: Collected Poems
Poetry~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.
