March 5th, 2015
12 AMI wait and wait for you to knock on my door and say that you're done traveling and jumping in and out of cities, but instead all I get is people asking if I'm okay. And I'm not. Because I know that in a matter of time they'll stop asking and move on with there lives while I wait for the knock on my door that in the back of my mind, I know will never come.
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Midnight
Poetryshe would wait and wait for him to finally come back, each midnight writing a note she knew he would never read, because she would never send them.