i drove for hours
in the pouring rain
to see you,
to hold your hand,
to be with you.
the days passed us by.
you got more distant
every hour
i started to question
why i was still there.
every now and then,
you’d feel like home
but i went right back
to feeling as if
i was unwanted
i spent three days
kissing a stranger
who will never love me
v.w.
11.12.18
falling for poetry 