april finds me alone -
1. spending my waking hours on the purgatory I call my phone,
2. looking for the life I lack in friends I'll never have,
3. making plans with myself and cancelling them on the age old pretext - "mum won't let me go."
april finds me in search
1. of pass times, orange juice, and self worth,
2. of a light green coloured pencil, better nail polish, and the confidence I gathered through march,
3. of music to dance to, the art of diplomacy, and good company at large.
april finds me terribly confused
about whether my ego should feel bruised or amused
after this spring breeze has carried away my fair weather companions.
to be young is to be hurt, after all.
