people don't understand each other

the cycle consumes them, wearing off the sharp edges.

our moods change with the weather.

summer days and nostalgia are all we have together anymore, it seems

But my ship crashed, I lost my anchor.

My feelings pile up, I must expound...

What keeps me here?

Give me back my crown,

shove me away

but I'll be alright.

But here at night,

the intensity palpable,

My thoughts congeal.

I'm trapping myself.