composition books and the first tastes of autumn
this pen is bringing forth feelings
i thought i'd forgotten
she's so small, and you can carry her in your pocket
i'm just lonely, depressed, and awkward,
but i can still turn on that song and smile
it hasn't made me cry in quite a long while
i've been meaning to text you or hug you
or something
reaching out so shallowly will only get you
nothing