"Am I ok?"
I whisper to myself,
In the mirror,
A girl I don't recognize stares back.
She looks as if she has been crying again,
Her heart breaking into shards.
She whispers back,
"No, I am not ok."
And all her pain and sorrow,
Strike me to the core,
For she is me and
I am her.
I want to know how it feels to lie in your bed and stare at the ceiling.
I want to know how your sweatshirt would fit over my shoulders.
I want to be a melody stuck in your head.
I should have told you,
“I like you”.
Just a little earlier.
I planned every word,
In my head and outloud.
I wrote down your name in my books margins,
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