Circles

Anxious and Early

October 19, 2015

The frost outside chills me to the core

My world is shades of blue

Cavities are making me rue the day I enjoyed those sweets and let them sit too long in my memory

Without you here I'm a shaking mess

I'm worried for you and it smells like Christmas in this hell

I thought the pills would help this

It's the perfect test when you drop this in my palm and ask me to hold it by myself

We're weekenders when the world ends