kayla_

Please don't think I've forgotten about you. It isn't so much forgotten as it is not remembered. Oops. Hmm.
Let me make it up to you. I'll read you a story I wrote about things that don't matter.
About spoons that never got washed and a refrigerator door that was never opened.
A shoebox full of broken pieces of something...that i broke.
I will just cradle you in my arms since that's the only thing that makes MY pain go away. go figure that
I'd like to be your awning. The worlds tears, like rain, dripping off of me onto the pavement.
Boohoo

I roll you tight into a little ball of...human. A paper human
I throw you in the waste basket
Just a rough draft of a life
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