What’s happening?
So now what?
I wear your ring.
You’re in every picture in my frames.
you carry the same tattoo on your foot.
Last summer was filled with more laughter and more hugs.
Now you’re selfish.
Now I’m verbal.
You don’t care.
I’m not sure I can.
We fight.
I cry.
I get pissed.
You get annoyed.
I’m honest.
You defend them.
We’re awkward.
I can’t say goodbye.
Our souls are separating.
We are pulling.
Breaking.
So now what?
