musings of a flighty teenager

night.

it's nights like these when I forget
these cold, autumn evenings
where darkness falls faster
and my toes can't seem to get
warm enough under the blanket
that my struggle is self-wrought
as my tear-brimmed eyes struggle to hold
the sadness that eats at my soul
as I look at the screen instead of you
and my logic and emotion are caught
and everything else seems for naught

- when I can't talk to you