Jan 2017
I am staring
and they aren't here,
yet I see them
I feel so wrong.
she is on the ground;
crying about
broken zippers.
I am empty.
I force myself to smile
and say
"I'm having fun."
this isn't right
and they aren't here,
yet I see them
I feel so wrong.
she is on the ground;
crying about
broken zippers.
I am empty.
I force myself to smile
and say
"I'm having fun."
this isn't right
but what is?
