suffer
(3.4.19)

your hair brighter than the crescent moon
hide behind me, you blend in perfectly
a snack and a clear drink, very top bunk
bag full of random junk

did i mess it all up? Now it's so weird
if something was there, it just disappeared
overthinking everything, hating myself
third color on the swingset, almost twelve

ask if i care one more time
i keep making mistakes
i can't just forget
what more can i take?

peering through the window
to see if you're there
walking to number eight
am i too late?

you make me suffer to an extent
that i can't explain
you ripped out of my heart
stole it in one day

picked you at three after four
so sad to see you go
i wish there was more