3 months.

rain, in summer, stuffy and weighted. i am wanted and so i go. i'll do anything for someone's attention these days. becoming someone else, new personality for each of them. it gets harder when they're all around. just two today though. flirting for laughs and laughing for looks.

we're ships again. drift in and out, chase our own currents but ride the same waves. distant. with her, not me. but that's just the fact, has been for a while. overtaken. i'm okay with it, i don't blame you. just wish you would let me know, anything at all. show me we're only wandering... don't leave me wondering.

i feel the call of june, the need i've been holding off since february. this will not end in another october. i will not crumble and find myself at his door, or some other desperate (infectious) troubled soul. number 4 was my last. i will not let you hurt me (who am i kidding). round and round and round. break me and patch me up so i can break myself. then go to you, circle. again and again. february-june-october.

- v.