With every break up
I went to my friends
Talking, hanging out
Getting me out of my funk

I started to feel like I was
Taking to much out of
The friendships I had
Then last month happened

And I broke

Now Everytime I go to them
In the mists of my panic attacks
When I barely move out of bed
Or cry reading posts that hit way to hard

I feel like a burden they didn't sign up for
And put myself right back down
Hiding from my problems
So I don't become to much of a burden

Lovely blossoms glistening near the mountains West Coast
while the East Coast deals with Henri
waiting for a blue sky the morning after and another hear wave


C@rainbowchaser2021

If you had a dream
in the real world I believe
your love for the word.

notion of escape can leave you wanting
trying to be understood a spellbound waiting
one step on the road despite all
will fill you with freedom

we burn the skeletons
of creatures buried deeper than
the fallen stars that took them
pouring them into our automobiles
so they can take us to the places they roamed

skeletons can't talk
but we tell their stories amidst the quiet
they left us

i wonder if we got them right

“The Old man could never be this Cool”
Says the little lonely Boy walking to school.

It takes
Me seeing
One picture
Of you

For all
The feelings
To rush
Up again.

It's like we're together but not at the same time.