emi_art_now

do I know you? 
are we close and I just don't know it?
or are you just a kid I walked by in a airport,
or the supermarket, were you buying 7up?
or in the liquor store; your dad had to buy something for a dinner party

Sometimes I have to ask myself hard questions. 
I almost never have an answer. 
I delve into the depths of my mind looking for clues, and always resurface with memories. 
Memories I'd rather forget. 

I don’t think I can take much more of this. 

I’ve been awaiting this dreadful moment all my life and now, 

Here it is. 

A car pulls up and a woman gets out.

The car pulls away leaving her stranded. 

The bed creaks as I slowly rise, nobody here though I’m not surprised.

My hair knotted and straw-like, crackling as I pull it back. 

My mind has been gone for days, weeks, months,

“You can tell me,” I whisper to the wind.

“It’s worthless now,” I almost hear, whistled through the trees. 

I can’t, I won’t 

I’m done, and I feel too alone to accept it. 

I miss the summer heat, and the love I once received, 

Before I turned

Seventeen. 

Sometimes I wish I could forget about last week, last month, last year, my past,