this doesn't rhyme so that must mean it's not poetry; but i don't care, i just miss you. i want to see you, i want to talk to you, hear your voice and what you have to say. i want to listen to your favorite music until 3 am and talk about the world. i want to laugh together until my stomach hurts, but i don't get that. i don't get any of it and i don't know what i'm going to do.
YOU ARE READING
Her.
PoetryA collection of the letters and little tidbits I've written to her / about her in the past eight-ish months. She's my girl now :) ✨💛✨
