A midnight experiment,
To see if I can still feel.
With an eclipsed moon
Red like lambrusco,
I could feel and hear my blood
Racing and pounding in my ears.

We pooled together our loneliness.

I'm not sure if I resurrected human compassion
In just an hour of dreaming,
Or if I made things worse.

You were always the sensible one,
Able to detach emotions from your reasoning.

He really broke me.
Then she broke me.
Since then I've been floundering.
I'm young, but I'm most afraid that I've missed my chance.
I feel like I'm still waiting for my life to begin.
With each day, I grow more anxious.
It gets unbearable.
And I hate crying at home.
It echoes--in the shower.
In bed, it's hot against my pillows, and I can't breathe.
I used to in my car, but now I park outside.