Trinity T., 17
this is not a poem.
it is an expression of emotion.
of fear and of love.
of weakness and of strength.
it is an admission of heartbreak.
a self incriminating confession,
of teary eyes and shaky hands.
this is not a poem.
it is an admission of defeat.
a white flag waving after months of a battle fought hard.
a battle of heart and of mind.
this is a surrender.
this is not a poem.
it is an ending.
the final chapter to a book with pages still left blank.
this is missing you.
Eatontown, New Jersey
Bridge Ink 