lost

I lost you. And I don’t know if I can find you.

rambling

I have too much to say and too little people to say them to.

Story

words that make up my story.

useless

without words, I am nothing.

scarf

scarves and coffee dates are my style.

honey

dripping with sweetness, you caught me in your web of lies.

ellipses

forever unfinished …

shy hearts

whispered confessions of love hidden behind sweaty palms and shy laughs.

lost

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

frustration chews at your soul.