count

twenty-three.

illegal bond.

though i know it's not true.
i can't be wasting time.
thinking of you seems
just like a crime.

wish you're not tired of me,
making you humbled and loved.
listening to my story,
i'm not unloved.

every day,
i feel like i'm about to break,
but you're there,
and you say you care.

no, you are not okay.

these daily compliments,
are they going places?
i think they're meant
to stay in our messages.

yet, the less who know,
the more who are unaware.
your scars, they show,
please understand that i do care.

-

though you know i'm worried,
you don't need to worry,
i said i'm just a memory,
and that they'll just forget me.

hey, what happened?
i'm here for you.
i can't call you a friend,
but they'll probably ask "who?"

really? do you think it's that easy for me to move on? oh dear.

everyone doesn't understand,
not even me, or you,
or anyone in this room--
--wait, i'm alone.

eh, maybe the
ghosts in my head understand
what it feels
to be sad.

-l
9.12.2018

i'm so so so so sorry for the delay ;-; i'm being overwhelmed with things, so that's my excuse ^^