Writing

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

Music lives here.

I can feel the rain unleashing behind my eyes

thunderstorms building beneath the keys

lightning strikes with each hit of the timpani.

Music lives here.

I don’t remember 

Was it real life or a dream?

Looked back; I was gone