Why are you being so difficult. You're my Achilles heel.
Once in a while you appear, most of the time you do the disappearing act. Like sand to the tide, a wave in the ocean. You're hot, then cold, then lukewarm. A breeze in the storm. I didn't look at your face amongst all these chaos because I thought I held your hand. But when I turn, I lose you in the crowd. If I were to wait at the beginning, would you come back. Or do you prefer the end.


I'm at the crossroads, which path did you take? So, if I wished, I could just follow you, tasting the blood & oceans of your tears. I'll wait instead, here in my comfort. The footsteps don't fit & I skin my knees. I'm at the crossroads, which path should I take so we'll never meet again.
Can we
take turns
to fall
apart.
How can I tell you if you wouldn't talk to me.

My phone would only start working on Tuesday. Sadness. On the bright side, dad saves five days of my phone bill. One reason why I dislike Sundays; Monday's just around the corner.
Sunday red
Monday blue
Tuesday white
Wednesday grey
Thursday green
Friday yellow
Saturday gold

by the way,

I love you ):