pink eyeshadow and red mohawks
is it possible for somebody to ruin my life
from across the country?
her charisma haunts me
i am intrigued all the same.
i cannot shake the feeling i have
what he has said to me
an alternate view, the future maybe
crashing down on me.
could it be her?
could it be now?
could my heart break any more than it already has?
the first time was degrading,
i felt inferior at best.
the second time is
too unreal to give me clause
but far too real
to let me unclench my fists.
Author notes
not a good poem, but it helped a bit with my issue.
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