



My agony feels like a red-hot and ragged blade stabbing into my sternum. It twists and digs its' way deeper into the pit of my stomach as my breaths become sharp and uneven. My lungs struggle, burning with each painful gasp. Making me fight for the air I don't even want to breathe...










A hotel notepad and a beer bottle cap, three loose quarters and a constellation map. A missing black sock and a half melted shoe, are just some old objects still reminding me of you.
I didn't think it would happen so soon, I swear I was just still using a Zune. I look back and see all the trauma and flaws, But also the triumphs that deserve an applause. There's memories I love and some that I hate, Yet all of them now I know were my fate. The years have gone fast but still seemingly slow, To end that rough chapter I needed to outgrow. So now here I am the day is arriving, To be thirty, still flirty, and continually thriving.



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