I cried
Hard
Sure it happens every night
I didn’t expect the school parking lot
Certainly not my own car
He said-
We’re expecting-
A three letter appearance
And I knew-
It was to throw **** in our faces
So I left
I sobbed in my car
Feeling helpless-
Being alone
And I yelled-cried the whole way home
Four minutes
But four minutes of honesty
Then I let myself rot
I felt like ****
I’m not sore though
I wish my body took a bit longer to adapt
And I read a poem
A nice poem
A relatable poem
A poem that made me cry-
But in a sympathetic way
Because even now
In two worlds destined to be apart
We’re still as close as ever
Still feeling the same pain
Maybe it won’t be us
But you’ll always be my Laura
Just remember when I don’t cuss
That started with you, Eliza
I won’t get to remind you but I’ll always have our memories in my Lizie box, even the Wawa slips I never got to tell you I kept. I hope all of this isn’t dreadful to hear, I just don’t ever want to feel for anyone how I felt-feel for you, I’d rather become emotionless than mask for a second longer.