He'll come back.
He'll come back is what I keep telling myself.
I count the days since we last spoke.
Every hour
Every minute
Every second of everyday.
I replay the words you told me everyday.
He'll come back.
He has to... right?
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I Really Love You but I'm Bad with Words so Here You Go
PoetryThis is just a little book of poetry I've written. Inspired by events that have happened through my life. I hope maybe they'll help someone feel like they're not alone. ⚠TW: May contain mention of depression, suicide and self harm⚠ I hope you enjo...
