Notification

One day I'll answer my phone and my heart won't race for you.

It's been a year and still the stitches in my chest RIP everytime I get a text.

Yesterday it was standing in the chow line.

Today it was sweat dripping down my brow line.

I had diabetes longer than I had you.

so why do I check my phone more than my sugar?

Maybe one day I'll actually message dad back.

In the end I guess people can change.

Today my phone was the one that died and I've never felt more alive.