One word.
Why am I so immature?
Nothing will change.
No matter how much I fight,
Nothing.
Will.
Change.
...
So why am I fighting?
Why am I hoping against truth
That my words
Will make
Any
Goddamn
Difference?
...
Maybe I just
Don't understand.
Maybe I'm a child in love.
I don't play by the rules.
What even are the rules?
In this twisting, turning world.
Who makes the rules?
...
I miss him.
I wish I could spend
forever
In his arms.
