Journals

I feel like I’m breaking in half

And crumbling down into myself

Oh, I wish that I would

Oh, I know that I shouldn’t

October through November

Turning into December

Heartbreaking months,

Into a heartbreaking memory

Converging into a sickness in my gut

If we fabricate how I feel, I’ll be okay

But come on don’t be delusional

What I have is you

And the water will suck up the caged

Jacket, as we waltz into our feelings