Writing

something hits me differently

when the asphalt is wet from the rain,

and my music is turned up all the way.

my sky blue converse stained with the tears of the clouds...

i can't ever think straight.

“A kind gesture can reach a wound that only compassion can heal.” — Steve Maraboli 

You called me ugly today,

Asked me why I was still here.

Capitulate:

To surrender, admit defeat.

Monday 10:38 am

You finally talk to me after two months. 

Young and dumb,

That’s what they say.

Instead my naivety was in the way.

Engine revving like a hum;

My reminder I could go anywhere.

All I had to do was drive without a care.
 

Limerence:
A strong infatuation with the desire for reciprocation of one’s feelings.

I can't breathe

My heads against the

Stall wall

The coldness keeping me

From passing out

My feet are on the

Gross ground

Trembling

I can barely tell

That the floor is solid