I broke when you left that summer like the night i dropped my phone. i struggled to keep myself together that following year. clinging to anything that would give me relief as if glass was splintering into my feet
the next year he passed. my best friend—my buddy
i gave in to the pain for a short time. clearing my head the only way i knew how . phase after phase a video on repeat they were all mindless distractions helping none because i couldn't see the image beyond all the cracks. it's coming to a year for him. another year for you. and i'm still shattered like glass on my iphone.
-missing who—you—them
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You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
