I tried reaching out to you,
All I was able to grasp was a stiff dial tone...
You used to hate my laugh.
So I stopped laughing...
I’m trying to be pretty.
Comb my hair...
My heart's like a volcano
Dormant but still alive...
I label my tears
by the number...
5-6-19
I may not have grown up like you...
Her words become shortened
as each day is knitted into the final...
You know I miss how we were
When I think back to the start...
No matter how much I sleep,
I can't catch up...
Day
after day...
Gloom,
it creeps up through my spine...
All these things I can't release
onto you...