A Lesson in Procrastination

Always, always, always she waits for you.

For accommodating a vice as if fostering a being I will pay in despair every day

Let’s say we go and crash your car.

I want to wake up soon from all of this. I’d rather feel these things than be numb again but when will it result in anything tangible?

I will talk to you, myself

I am a creature of habit, or comfort perhaps? Not sure which is worse, or better, I will never understand this situation either way. I miss you, but feel as If I was told
Not to. And how should I be positive about that might I ask.

I’m miles from where you are.

16, but tomorrow thousands.
How long can I ache for you before it finally goes away or you decide to make it right

Just waiting

It just occurred that while you were here I never once wrote in this.

Take all these things and bury them fast

I wish I could love the way I know I can.

The storm is coming in.

I get to make a choice between an option I’m trying to want and an option that isn’t there. Makes sense.

This is over when I say it’s over.

close the laundry door

My opinion, my thoughts, my love. It is all on demand. 

Love and hate. Hate and love.

I don’t just want this I need this. I’m going fill this hole with things an maybe they will take your shape. Another wishful thought.