I lost you. And I don’t know if I can find you.
I have too much to say and too little people to say them to.
words that make up my story.
without words, I am nothing.
scarves and coffee dates are my style.
dripping with sweetness, you caught me in your web of lies.
forever unfinished …
whispered confessions of love hidden behind sweaty palms and shy laughs.
is this a form of torture especially designed for me? to torture me with the worst until i give in? but give in to what – an unknown i have no knowledge of?
frustration chews at your soul.