The texts needed to be answered at 3 am and
The feeling after expressing held back tears,
after being awake long enough to run out of wants, needs, or ideas when the sun rises.
Her mother's opinion of an art career.
What to do once dumped.

The criticism of her performance,
the things still desired when surrounded by friends.
After the best surprise possible, the words to be said.
Her unhappy thoughts while swimming; clean, free, and away.
What the whole world meant,
compared to lying in his arms.

The silent space of comfort and neutrality in conversation,
and after the crush fades,
peace and acceptance of naive emotions passed.
What it's like to need,
Only comprehension, without action.

Emotions I could possibly hide from you, somewhere between it all.