to sniffle silently in
the bathroom stall,
staring at the the cold tiles.
and at the end of the day
in a moment
of weakness
and utter stupidity
i sent him a message:
"i feel like my whole body is breaking/
--
i just want someone to hold me"
and he said
"well-
if you can come over
if you can come over
now,
I can give you
about an hour"
2 comments:
please keep writing poetry. your pieces are so lovely to read & so delicate.
Oh thank you so much. Sometimes I forget that anyone even reads these. I really appreciate it.
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