Freckled smile
Laughing eyes
Midnight locks
Expectant lips
Sarcastic kiss

I feel like two people in one,
Either complete control or none.
Passive agressive.
Wildchild, on top of the world,
Too numb to care or worry. But happy.
Unhappy?
Doing well, but
The restraint of patience burning at my insides.
Caring too much or too little?
Thinking too much.
I never know.
Right feels wrong,
But wrong feels wrong too.
Young but too old,
Still too old to feel so young.
A ticking bomb.

You're escaping me
and now I'm lonely.

No matter how far you've gone
or where you go,
sadness will always find you there eventually.

Mostly when you least expect it.
and when you just thought
maybe, this once, you could be happy.

I find it quite amusing how we've been nothing to each other for nearly a year

and Yet,
sometimes the smallest thing will happen.

and I'll smile because you're still the only person I ever want to tell.
I'd give anything to hear you laugh at my stories again.


I miss you.

Please
Become
Entangled
In the wool
You blinded me with.

I'm sorry
That I text you
At four a.m.
When
I
Can't
Breathe
Because of
Anxiety attacks.

I'm sorry that
I can't make serious phone calls
Or order at Subway
Around the corner,
Even though I know
I like thinly sliced turkey
And chipotle dressing.

I'm sorry that
I forget things like
Birthdays and middle names
And I'm sorry
That I don't know how to
Kiss.

I'm sorry
That you think
When I don't take a compliment
I'm fishing for you
To keep going,
Because in my rotting skull
That option
Isn't even possible.

I'm sorry.
So sorry.
That if you're
Nice to me
I will never
Ever
Believe you
Actually like me.