I miss the feeling of going online and typing in your url first before mine.
I miss the feeling of refreshing your blog every 10 minutes just to know if you’re already on.
I miss the feeling of being excited whenever I get to catch you online the same time as mine.
I miss the feeling of seeing…
Read my words like they are prayers
uttered in the silence of the night.
Wrap the verses I have strung
together around you and hear the
silence of my good bye. Turn each
poem into daily reminders of the girl
who once believed that life’s worth
living. Of the girl who believed…
real talk tangled is better than frozen