I was trying to tell a story, but I got lost somewhere.

I do not even remember when or where I wrote it down

“it” being that I loved you.

Mistake mistake

a hurting mind,

coiling in on itself.

Don’t call me a lady! it’s not my place.

Who says so?

An assumption

dangerous, oh so dangerous

these small teeth

biting into others

(assumptions are quiet at first)

keep your voice down!

the room is too warm

too warm

too warm

too cold

too much?

Never.

Why not it is

IT IS.

it is life,

i can't argue with that.

Can you?

No? Well then…

Come in, dear, welcome to the

Heartbreak Hotel.