Autophobia

Don’t…

Don’t go,

Don’t leave me

No,

I wont be fine.

Don’t leave me no…

My hands slide down the window

Watching you drive away

please

Come back.

Why you leave me

In this unwating solitary

In my cold distorted reality

Run into starbucks just to ease this agony

My shaking ceases

As I see the anonymous faces

I wipe my moit palms on the creases

Of my jeans

And it seems like everything

Will be ok

As long as everyone

Dosent go away