day seventy-seven: bitter washes away with tears.

bitter

i can taste

the bitter

in my soul

like a foul

odor it seeps

from certain pores

and glands

bitter

because i fear you

because i fear who you've become

i'm afraid i'll be like you

and then where would i be?

bitter?

bitter

stop looking over my shoulder

and trying to explain things i already know

sure, you're my boss, but your communication sucks.

just shut up,

i'm

bitter.

bitter

because you love too soon

but so do i

so i'm mad at me

for backtracking

but it worked

so i'm less

bitter about this.

bitter

about the screw

that screwed me

out of sixty dollars

to screw in an old screw

sixty dollars is at least worth

a new freaking screw

you old perverted screw.

i should have been more specific

about what to do with that screw.

cause i'm

bitter.

but don't worry,

bitter washes away with tears.

day sixty-seven: too...

too close

too too close

close enough to feel

you

too nice

too too nice

too nice to be real to

me

too deep

too too deep

too deep to find a way

in the right direction

too grand

too too grand

too grand of a time to

stay away for too long

too long

too too long

too long since we've been

comfortable in our own skin

too beautiful

too too beautiful

you're just too beautiful

for me.

day thirty-one: i mean it.

i mean

the words

that slip

from my

lips.

even those

mumbled

so low

that you cannot hear

but you know

something is

being said

that you

should hear.

i mean it

when i say

that i'm really

okay

and i'll not say

what i don't mean

to say

on purpose

on accident

to say

so to speak

out loud

in my head

i really

cannot quiet

these voices

i almost love

them now.

can you

hear them?

they miss you too.