Your love for me was never questionable...
my expectations were outright unrealistic...

You know
I'll have to make the best of this...

Thursday, 7/28/16 11:30 am
I buzz in through the backdoor...

Nameless, touched
only by depression’s chill...

I thought the heat would
be suffocating today...

Your soul is a harvest gold
phone booth...

Whenever your arms embrace me
(only in public), you'd bask in my...

I haven't felt this close
to an anxiety attack in months...

Talking is hard.
These conversations that pop up like a new...

You need reminders, not the kind of
ruptures that lay awake in your mind...

We have witnessed the peace of times....
with twisted kites and coils of that rich...

Freewrite/ Rant
Will I ever stop being...