A Boston Life Poem by Desiree Whitamore

when i think about these last few months
i have to stop and breathe.
because all i do is cry now
cry for everything.

oh god, i wish home was there
where i know and love.
i wish i was still wondering
if that was all enough.

i wish i would've stayed
not coming crying home so fast
i miss the life i needed
miss the life i had.

and now the time has come and gone
its a memory put away
there are those things i just can't think of
because it hurts worse everyday

so just get me a ticket,
and i swear i'll learn to fly.
i have to see it all again
i have to stop caring why.

my heart is broken
like literally torn apart
i feel it in my chest
i should've listened from the start

i feel more emotional
than i ever did before
and now i'm wondering if it'll help
to just start walking out that door

how could i be so stupid
thinking i missed all of this
and now that i'm at my real home
i cant unclench my fists