my mind thinks of 3 things
my relationship with my God
my relationship with my Jon
my countdown of days left in Sevilla

I feel strange today
a little bit
broken
sad
empty
I'm not really sure why
maybe I'm just a little homesick

homesick for a hug from my dad
homesick for singing in the car with my sister
homesick for having a place to take a deep breath
homesick for the country and dirt roads
homesick for southern accents
homesick for my mom's cooking
homesick for my regular life

just a little bit of normalcy

all the poets write about love
unfortunately I am one

my thoughts are not new
just different
because they’re of you

it’s supposed to be happy
fun, crazy, and a little sappy
but I’m always stuck
in places that ****

too early to know
if the friends are just for show
happens every single year
this day always brings fear

this time it’s harder
my real friends are farther
I want to be with mine
but it’s impossible this time

you are miles away
on my special day