u had my whole heart. u really did
less hours in the day. a longer night. i sit in front of the window and my mom asks are you going to be okay this time?
the winter comes and i scoop out. i’ve been better this year, been balanced, been healthy. it’s been nice to be happy. i just feel like i was born with a hole that can never be filled. it pulls the good out of me.
i don’t want to go back there. god, are you listening? don’t make me go back there, not this time, not again, not when i think i finally understand exactly what i’m losing.
