A/N- This is a poem(type thing), done in Lilly's POV. In case you don't get it, in the poem Miley has passed away.
Six months.
The earth has done a 180 since I last saw you.
I used to be able to do 180s on the pipe down at the skate park.
That was before you left.
Now I have no reason to.
People say I handle the grief really well
But they don't know about the
Scars.
The lines of blood that I trace on my
Arms
Instead of crying because
Big girls
Don't cry.
They don't know that I count the minutes since I
Touched your cheek
Held your hand
Kissed your lips
For the last time.
I know that it will be
Millions
Billions
Trillions
More before I
see
you
again.