The poem went viral at 2:47 AM.
Jace did not know it had happened until the morning when he woke up to a phone that would not stop buzzing. He had posted a new poem the night before, one he had written in the parking lot after another fight with Robert. It was short and raw and more honest than anything he had shared in months.
I wrote this for someone who doesn't know I exist. She hates me in the daylight. She misses me in the dark. I don't know which version is real, but I want both of them.
He had posted it without thinking. He had gone to bed without checking it. And now, at seven in the morning, it had twelve thousand likes and a comment section that would not stop growing.
He scrolled through the comments while his mom made coffee and Robert read the paper at the table. Most of t
