23 July 2018

I hate this confusion,

like I'm in a storm,

but the storm is

inside of me.

He cared

Does he still

Or does he not know 

or want to know

my name anymore?

I'm sitting on the coach,

laptop in tow,

but I'm being hunted

like a dear in the forest

I'm sitting perfectly still,

but I can't breathe

My lungs are burning

I wish I could leave,

but I don't want to,

It's lonely out there

in the forest

All alone.

My skin is cold,

but my heart is warm

and my lungs are burning

My eyes are burning too

with unshed tears

I'm feeling a migraine

coming on

He's whispering in the background

I'm driving myself crazy

What are they whispering about?

They must be talking about me.

Perhaps I always was crazy.

Alice in Wonderland crazy

I do like fairytales.