I'm too young
to be this sick
of my own company.

its darker than I thought it would be now
that always seems to happen in winter
I forget what it's like
for the days to grow so short
and the nights to grow so cold
it happens every year
but I never remember

there's some kind of grace in that
our ability to forget
just how dark
the world
can be

you fell in love
over all those cups of coffee
that you made me pour
but you never drank

I fell in love
when you chose that song
on the jukebox
cause you'd heard me hummin' it

we fell in love
when you stayed till close
knowin' the street lamp was out
so you could walk me to my bus

we stayed in love
when the world got so loud and big
cause even in the dinner rush
I can hear you say more, please

It is entirely possible that I am a cliche.
But then again, I suppose it's entirely possible we all are. WE act like we're fine. Like we understand. We move forward when every part of ourselves wants to stand still and scream. WHO AM I? I thought I'd know by now. I thought I would see her, in a mirror one day and I'd know. But I don't. there are more wrinkles now. The signs of worry and uncertainty mark my skin. But I still don't know anything..

I thought I knew him.
I thought I loved him.
But I was wrong.
And he was wrong for me.

I don't remember the last time someone told me the truth before their lies had already damaged me irreparably.

Too much time has passed for me to go back to the person that I was.

But not enough to become the person that I will be.

I seem to be stuck somewhere, forever between the two.