f r a n t i c
this choice. this decision.
too soon. too rash. too emotional.
this place
so sunny. so free. so far away.
the moving truck
comingsoon.comingtomorrow.
this time
its a one way street
&& i can't turn back.
f r a n t i c
like i'm making a huge mistake.
like i'm shouting over what was supposed to be my melody.
like i'm yelling so loud
(but eventually my voice will crack)
scattered. choking. clawing at the atmosphere.
i can't go home.
((it's not home anymore))
my dear, you had your chance
it's much too late to turn back.
((i know, it makes me sad))
p.s. i hate when tears spill out of my eyelids.
i hate when my heart burns in my throat.
i hate growing old.
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