Your airplane mode is on
I hope it means you're sleeping
and not silently weepingtell me when you need to talk
because even if I can't walk
out of my box to yours
I still will do everything
to be there for youYou say that depression's a worm
are you worried that you'll infect me?
Like when you said you're a bad influence
I still decide what I wantTwo pairs of headphones in my pocket
just in case one doesn't work
I'm trapped by rules, you're stuck in theirs
But still please darling talk
YOU ARE READING
let's chalk it up to teenage angst
PoetryThese are the poems I write when I feel bad