Jun 12

teenage nighttime thoughts.

my simple little life is
and i love him again.

i don't want to go,
but my feet are already outside 
the doorframe. 
i say good night to a past
and force my swollen eyes open.
i don't want my tears 
to dry up on my face,
but who am i to stop them?

summer never felt this cold. 

i might let my teeth rot in my mouth
just because i pity myself. 
i cry alone 
in the backseat of the truck.
night threatens to drown me
and i let it.