Forgot i had these in my wallet.. just found them while i was looking through it.. its crazy to think we met a year ago June 14. I still have a hard time reconciling all the good memories and the bad. Some days i can only remember the good and others only the bad. I love you. I miss you. I really hope you’re doing well.
She has a soft spirit
When the fear begins to trickle in
As i brace for the impact of harsh words and disappointmenting looks
I begin to tip toe on the egg shells i place for myself
Like riding a bike, this change in step now carved into my chest
Tension, fear, regret
But I look back at her and shes sitting there
Did she even notice
Didnt she see
Will i always miss you?
Sometimes i look in the mirror, cover my boobs, and wonder what itd be like if they were gone