Moving and packing brings out a lot of emojis.
if I had time to write
if I had time to cry
Leaving people you know is much harder than meeting people you don’t know.
You’re only invisible to those who can’t see you.
I feel like
dancing in my heart
to the words
that haven’t been spoken
when I finally see Scott tonight
part of me wants to snap a picture of him
or record him walking up
but that requires holding a phone
which might fall
when I melt into his body
I woke up early to write, but everything comes out in tears, so it’ll have to wait.