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First Love
Decisions bullet towards me;
Life happens too fast too handle.
I beg for help—
Any input that isn’t mine.
Though in the end,
I know I will not listen.
I have an insatiable craving
To get the fuck away.
From here.
From her.
The warnings of friends
I refused to heed
Now haunt me.
Searching an easy out,
Again I find myself begging,
Who will save me?
When will I decide to save myself?
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