anxiety, mania, depression, failed relationships, and potentially creative writing.
first day of 2018
full of promises
i’d desire to be that
i’d want to be this
sometimes, it goes like
‘i’d like to be his’
everywhere i go, i see you
in every object around me, i see you
sounds like a cliché story
of not being able to let go
of someone who once meant
let’s not pretend that you don’t want me.
let’s not pretend that you don’t want my touch no more.
that you don’t miss the late nights when you were awake waiting for my call.