my writers block
takes my breath a way
- but not in a good sense
i’ll grasp for air
searching for words
i’m not breathing
but i’m not dying either

You were so...
Happy.
That’s the word.
Happy with her.
Joyful and pure.
She was really nice.
Sweet, not sadistic.
You two were the perfect pair.
But now you’re apart,
On two sides of a cell.
It was barely a few months.
Was anything even there?
I’m sure she meant I love you.
Only now...
she doesn’t.
Little kisses here and there.
Kisses you two shared.
Maybe she did love you,
It was excitement she lacked.
But it’ll be okay, my dear.
I always have your back.

could be
seasonal depression
or could be
lacking any friends
i don’t know.

and please don’t try to tell me “oh you have friends- you really do” or “find new friends” because trust me- I know them- and I don’t want to associate with them and I live in too small of a town to find other friends.