TJALLINE

Nothing ever changes. I know this. A string of disappointments has formed a noose around my neck. And there you were. I told you to go away. And there was I. Totally defeated by my distorted perception of reality and of myself... If I just stay seated, then I can disappear. And there you were, Watching or waiting or wanting, being present, being available being there, I thought I told you to go away. Still I sit; I tug at the mass of streaky, tangled hair. My vain attempt at individuality weighs heavy on my shoulders. I have nothing else. Except you, why the hell are you still here? Okay, come here. Please come here. I wan