bullying poem #4: Because I want to write something sweet but we’re still fighting right now
Every second we’re apart
my heart cracks.
With an x-ray, you can see
where the pieces meet
uneven
but only slightly,
with creases,
if you look hard enough.
So when you get mad
that we were apart so long
is it because your heart breaks, too?
Or because I glue them back
better than I think?