im just supposed to forget you
lift my chin
square my shoulders and pretend
things are good but they aren't
i can't pretend with you
i can't create with you when the only material
we have is made of rubble
YOU ARE READING
be my hero
Teen Fictionbecause everyone gets sad sometimes and because i like to think im a poet and sometimes i want to yell but not be heard does that make sense?
