Another year
Still here

Once upon a time there was
A young girl who dreamed
That she would
Ride
Around
The world.

I haven't done it.
But for an extra charge
I could
Call
Someone
In China.

Seeing you smile
Your intake of fresh air
Side eye and
Tucked away laughs.

I miss having your light near mine.

She parted her lips,
He parted ways.

Just
A body
A chore
A problem
A violin

For
A knife
To play upon.

I'm
Trying
My
Best.

Crying
In
My
Car
But
Doing
It
Well.

I feel a bit like a failure.
I feel a bit of a fraud.

I can't seem to keep up the most important of things,
But I can hold on to distrust for so so long.

I can't seem to please myself,
So I push that on to anyone who's willing to listen.

I don't believe that I deserve long lasting things,
So I cut them off before they find me.

Anything that's too good
Is too good for me.
And I'm
No good
For anything.

I feel a bit like a failure.
I feel a bit of a fraud.
I feel as though
I'm not enough
I'm too much
I'm nothing.
I'm everything.
I'm a mess.
I feel that I'm stunted,
Although it's only by myself
So I'll stay
By myself.

A failure.
A fraud.
I'll stay
By
myself.

And
It's over.

One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight

Months.

Those plans
We made,
You'll keep them.

I'll
Make some
Anew.