Sometimes,
you just have to turn off your phone.
So that you may cry,
without checking it again
every five seconds,
looking frantically
for texts and calls
that never come.
Because when that happens,
it only hurts more.
It's like reliving a loved one's death
over and over again.
Opening the wound,
and pouring in salt.
Don't do that to yourself.
Turn it off,
take a breath,
let them go,
and let your tears fall.
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Maybe Mondegreen
Poetry"Her night was wasted away on people who live in the day" Free verse, word spill. Poems from a teenage girl about heartbreak, love, sadness, and hope. [[COMPLETED]]
