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.