Better

The wind blows my hair into my face as I look out onto the cars rushing by underneath me.

My nails dig into the old concrete wall, and I can feel the pressure build up in my joints.

My teeth grit together, and my eyes sting.

A cry wrenches itself from my chest and rolls out over the space in front of me.

Liquid salt rolls down my face.

All I can see is you.

I didn't know how lonely I was until I saw your face.

Being with you made me realize how broken I was.

I just want to change.

I want to be strong.

I want to be confident.

I want to be courageous.

I want to be honest.

I want to be better.

I want to get better.

I scream out over the cars below me.

"I want to get better"

I see you again and it reminds me that I want to get better, but I have a long way to go.

I uncurl my fingers and unclench my teeth.

I wipe my eyes and tuck my hair behind my ears.

A small smile starts to crack and soon it takes over my entire face.

I want to see your face again.

I want to change.

I want to be better.

I want to get better.

I let my hands drop to my sides, and I get back in my car.

It's a long way to go, but I think I've already started.

I want to get better.

Inspired by Bleachers "I Wanna Get Better"