[Long Lost.]

I found a poem of sorts tucked away in a sketch book in the high school corner of my closet at my parent's homestead. Having failed to take any time to blog this (majestic and oh so wonderful) summer, I figured I might as well share this fun little bit of history...

For the record I have no idea who it's about, when it was written, or what kind of teenage angst I saw myself drowning in...nada.

Your guess is as good as mine.

And that seems to be a beautiful thing.

Is it me?

I cherish you

adore you

want to be with you

when I see you

I run.

I freeze.

(please)

say something...

give attention...

you leave.

without a word

without a glimpse

are you as sorry as i am?

vulnerable? are you broken?

or is it me?

until finally

I see you

give attention

with forced words

with blazing cheeks

I freeze.

you leave.

(please)

you're just like me.