A catalyst for change.
Spared by
romanticized what if's
and shadow selves
who pass bets on
potential.
I am a cause
ensnared
by the razor thin wire
I walk.

this doesn't sound like an opening line
a line that seems off follows it
this train of thoughts doesn't have any cars
just skeletons

but as you look out the window
and see the empty train
pass by
you might have an idea

for a better closing line

you said
'i love you'

before you said
'i trust you'

Happy birthday
To the boy who kissed me
Then said, “we should be just friends”
I’m still hurting
I’m not okay
Hope you have a nice day