inevitable

as the school year is ending I assume I'm getting more and more tense.
I'm awaiting a letter that's taking longer than expected to arrive.
Why do my words get so jumbled, I rarely ever talk anymore.
Who have I become and what was I supposed to be and why did I never get there?
No one over here, no one over there and I know I really know why this happened.

It's okay if you dislike me, I dislike myself also.

what

do you see when you sleep at night?
when the impenetrable darkness clutches around your eyelids
and what happens-then. when you don't remember if your eyes were open or closed. What do you see? When your forehead is pressed against the window of the passenger's seat, everything is moving past but twists to form an image. what do you see when the music is loud, when you stare at the stupid bright lightbulb on your ceiling fan, when you type on a screen

what do you see?

is it worth seeing?

it's all a matter of thought

you
(all of you)
make me want you
but only you
(one of you)
makes me love you.