I got a sunflower.
for him.
I got a lot love.
for him.
I'm really happy to do a lot.
for him.
But where do I stand?
Next to him?
Behind him?
A second class citizen.
A skeleton in his closet.
Only to be thrown out
during the next spring clean.
Oh. which will be soon.
When he leaves again.
for good.
He will open up his closet,
toss out the skeleton,
for a newer one.
Pack up his clothes and leave.
And my closet will be empty.
Because I won't realise everything is missing,
everything has been left behind,
during the last plane flight to nowhere.
Omg. I've been feeling oh-so-emo again.
sigh.
This stupid girl made some stupid choices and fears her secret may be lost.
xoxo,
Sarah.
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