i lost my motivation
i think about you less each day
less in the way i remembered you to be,
less in the form i made you out to be in my mind
more for who you are
sometimes i feel like crying
wondering about this disposition
and my body becomes flooded with near indifference
my throat begins to close, i feel the hole grow smaller, the muscles constricting
and my nose stings, like fire on my skin
my body gets heavy, my appendages numb up a little
i think back on my life
lie to my self, and tell myself that everything was so much better then
'i wish i could go back in time'
anger is a poison, and so is love
my veins were full of it
but i think they have begun to clear
i think i will be ok
