Poetry

Teenagest

the way that I think of you constantly
the way that I check my phone again and again
the way you fill my dreams and daydreams
the way we hold hands in my mind
the way my longing for you dilutes time
the way I glance again and again at the screens, the screens
the way no notifications tell me everything I need to know
the way I want to write letters
the way I want to sound better
the way I want to look fucking delicious
the way I want to be wanted
by you
by you
‘bye, you
friend
fiend
fever dream

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