no use in wondering if you saved my letters or still look at photographs of me and sigh because at the end of the day when i’m wrapped up in sheets and blankets wearing wooly socks and thick leggings and flannel i’m still cold and you’re still so far away in so many ways and i miss you, i miss you, i miss you i miss you but i can’t tell you and i won’t tell you because even if you miss me like i miss you i’m the one who tripped up the stairs and even if you offered me a hand (you didn’t, that’s okay) i couldn’t take it because i need to clean the cuts on my knees and wait for the bruises to fade on my own so while it seems that you’re fine now with taking the stairs two at a time, i’m still trying to stand on my feet and i miss you, i miss you, i miss you i really freaking miss you and i’m trying so hard to be strong
written on 10/12/13
Written by
Madisen Kuhn 25/Cisgender Female/Charlottesville, VA