My breath gets caught in my throat and my heartstrings rip
every time I run into someone new with your name. It's a trip
down memory lane I'm not quite willing to make yet.
College life is fair. I've taken up smoking again. I'm not sure I care
anymore. As things go on life brings the worst out of me. I chalk
this up to past mistakes and lessons learned. Anymore, sitting in
a group of people reminds me of better days. These people aren't
quite the same but I know my old friends are just around the corner.
If only I could turn fast enough.
Sometimes I try trading hugs for cigarettes. Really though, I just want
a hug. I need to feel cared about. I know I don't mean an ounce to
anyone here and I'm learning to deal with it.
Dependability is something that's not innate. I can't depend upon
myself let alone anyone else.
I'm counting these days like bond money.
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