Tired of playing the
"Best Friend Game"
Every time I try
I land flat on my face
Trying to fit in
Don't even need a high status
Just want a good person
Whom I can share all my secrets
Yet here I am
Once again
"Now don't you worry, you'll get another chance"
Yeah, that's happening
So here I go
Sitting alone
Looking at all the smiling faces in the room
Why is it so challenging
I can never understand the rules
Looks like this is another round
And you lose

There are moments when my breath escapes.
It runs so fast it's vanished.
Crashes into the looking glass.
Leaving nothing but, wipe away marks.
It knows it's needed.
Surely it does.
Can't catch it.
None left to blow out the candle.
Breath has a purpose in staying alive.
In rapid pursuance, a chase initiated.
Old paper packets.
Crisp ***** brown.
Virginal white.
As a child they burst well.
Bang.
A paper bag a useful tool.
Steals the panicking from this anxious fool.
(c)Livvi

I was a bookmark in between the sheets
saving the place where you used to be
but you're not here anymore
and it hurts

They don't realize i'm not fine.
That I hate myself and I want to die
They only see the child they used to know
Without realizing i'm now completely a different person.


© Leigh