It’s ten pm. Night. The fan whirs at full speed.
I’m 17 , going on eighteen
I live in a space. I feel heavy. I hate everything about everything, with passion.
I hate myself. I hate how cruel I can be,
I hate how cruel I have been
Pushing them away was easy. What came after? Eats me like dust. Slowly.
I remember too much. I remember too easily. The pain knocks me out. With a force.
  I do want them back. But I don’t want to hurt them anymore. Or anyone else. They mean so much, it’s too much. I cant, I don’t want to feel this.

Tears riochet. One with soft hands and bad jokes, permanent sardonic grin. Lopsided
She was grace, strength, everything I wasn’t. Her scent evades my senses , a memory away. The other with open heart and honest laughter.
Their toughness, together invincible.





Sincerely, I meant no harm
I did not mean to wreck havoc, I love them, God knows I do— it’s a world of pain and I’m washed ashore when I’d rather happily drown in the waves.