There came a time where I despised my presence.
Present on week days only when I gave a ****
I lived with it and hadn't cared about
What time lunch was or when I had to figure life out.
I was ill.
Someone always stood on the side
To analyze my eyes every time that I cried.
Yes, I'm talking about a teenage crush;
I was stuck and she was able to see who I was.
She was sick.
Our infection grew between us.
We'd seen that it never burst.
And our connection seems to hold strong,
Her love and my endurance.
We are dead.
Together.
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC
There came a time where I despised my presence.
Present on week days only when I gave a ****
I lived with it and hadn't cared about
What time lunch was or when I had to figure life out.
I was ill.
Someone always stood on the side
To analyze my eyes every time that I cried.
Yes, I'm talking about a teenage crush;
I was stuck and she was able to see who I was.
She was sick.
Our infection grew between us.
We'd seen that it never burst.
And our connection seems to hold strong,
Her love and my endurance.
We are dead.
Together.
