your name dustily scribed on my head,
like a forgotten song once my fave;
on the radio it plays, gone unheard—
the room filled soft muffles turned raging waves.

as a child
i never knew
the real world
all i know is
just barbie and fun
that it wasn't
all cruel and stoic
wherever i look it's
love in the air
and the illusion of
a fake family
was far-fetched
the perfect life
that i'm living happily
i took for granted

h
e
wasn't there when
i
d
i
e
d
.

when you say,

"don't talk to strangers"

does it mean,

i'm to be alone forever?

im mad,
mad at a lot of things,
things i shouldn't be mad at.

i hate how i entrust everything
to future me,
only to realize that
she's also me.

if only i could,
i would forget everything:
your face, your laughter,
the sweetness of your soft lips,
your smile and above all, you.