It's nearly 1 in the morning and the ***** in my veins is blurring my fingers into fins.
I can't think straight, is that normal after 3 months of heartbreak?
My lungs feel too full, like an over-blown balloon but my esophagus can't get enough air in.
Isn't there a potion to make these feelings go away?
Have you thought of me lately?
I hope you haven't because I heard that thinking about each other means that things are going to become difficult again.
My 16th birthday is coming up and I can't decide whether or not to invite you to the hellhole called my "sweet sixteen" (whatever that's supposed to mean.)
Because we haven't talked in 3 months and I think I'd miss you too much to not stare at your face from across the fire pit.
I'd isolate myself in the branches of the trees so that I could be calm enough to sleep.
Everytime we make eye contact my eyes go soft and droopy and yours tighten with every beat of your heart.
Are you emotions tied up around the back of your tongue because I haven't heard a peep from between your God given teeth since the day we died.