My words are incomplete, and brushed
Upon my throat in a rage
Of memories, pressed upon by a dying year.
I cannot contemplate
The feeling of
Friendship anymore
Because this year has taught
Me, we're mere passerby's
Each a fading mark on
Our crumpled paper hearts.
Tonight, shine for me
A thousand words that will
Make me feel alive.
So many longings inside my jaded heart
That I'm scared,
Scared of dreaming too much.