Do you remember how we used to do this?
Sit on the hood of your truck
and eat salted fries.
We'd both have stupid grins on our faces
and I'd tell you how good you looked.
Do you remember how the sky lit up?
The fireworks were so loud
but I could almost hear the boom
in your heart
after all each explosion.
Do you remember when you laid
your head in my shoulder?
And I tried to hold your hand,
You pulled away saying
you needed a smoke.
But you don't smoke...
I remember how cold it was,
the night after you slept in my bed.
You had worn my old shirt,
and I almost told you.
A couple days later is all it took though,
for me to say the words
I know you don't want to hear.
I haven't heard from you since.
So now I'm sitting alone.
Counting all the colours,
trying to forget your smile.
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The Mind of a Teenage Outcast
Poetry//My second poetry book// Poetry about Depression/Self harm/Anxiety/Suicide and generally sensitive topics Possibly triggering Please read my first poetry book Brøken/Depressed Pøems Thanks *my own poems* Rankings - #221 in poem ...
