these days, i feel like i’m drowning
like my life is running from me,
only to leave me to the shadows.
i want to be 17, like the movies:
i want to be kissed in the rain 17,
walking on train tracks 17,
i want to be messy, angsty, beautiful 17,
not ghostly, exhausted, numb 17.
i want to feel the butterflies of lust,
feel the pain of a shattered heart—
i need to feel something,
for i’m not sure how much longer
i can hold on.
but for now, my words are my oxygen
and we all know
that there’s an end to every chapter,
a closing of the pages,
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