i'm lost in stolen dances,
half smiles,
and thoughts so deep
i'm too afraid to swim in them.

my hair is tangled
along with my words.
forming coherent sentences
seems like a lost art.

i filled his mind with promises
i'll never keep,
and secrets i made up,
so that he wouldn't label me
as basic.
because i'm complex, i swear!
it's just been hard to prove ever since it was erased off of my personality
a few years ago.

the ground he and i walk
turns to quicksand
as he asks how i'm doing;
what my favourite song is.

showers suffocate me,
coffee tastes like him,
and love no longer inspires.

my whole life
is a cry for help.