It's nights like this,
where I don't wanna be
bored.
Because,
when I'm bored
my mind roams
free.
But free is not the right word.
Because free would be good.
But this is more like my thoughts
are prey trapped among
wolves
of my own conceiving.
And I think about how it's been
7 years and
I still miss you.
I want to talk to you to know that you're happy and okay and to tell you that even now when I think of
you,
my heart still burns with
the shame
the pain
the embarrassment of it all,
but mostly the
love.
