11:26 pm . definition
i'm quaking in my skin trying to gather up the courage & tell you, & disappoint you, & break your heart.

i know it doesn't really matter, changes will happen whether you're against me or not. & this time i can't wave my white flag & drag myself under the ease. & i know, i know that you think this is weak.

i could give you the kind of oblivion that i always equated with bliss, pick up the pieces that i tore down & re-assemble them in an instant, but even the grandest illusion requires some honesty. even the best liar needs to draw a line & just be bare bones.

tonight the words
were meant to
tumble down.

((they can't elude you past monday))

nostalgia . uncertainty