my childhood bedroom at 6:39 pm

I walk into my sister's room

And look in her full-length mirror

I don't have one in my room anymore

And I pick out each nuance, each perfect detail

In semester one of ninth grade, I met my newest obsession. In semester two, I suffered the consequences.

She watched me–sorrowful

I walked away

It pained me so, but I could not stay

Any longer, I would’ve been cold to the touch

After it all, we became just too much