Chapter 48: 4th.

it's her.Words: 1515

if words don't make sense

and a kiss

isn't touching you

if hands don't held hands

and I miss

what she had with you

tell me

what am I supposed to write?

supposed to do?

if I talk to a friend about

not making sense of my head

and she tells me of

disappearing instead

I ask myself

if all I am is a heart

why can't you make me beat?

tell me

what am I supposed to read?

I dance in the dark

my body pulls apart

they know,they see

they come and take it, took me, but what do I need?

I need

more than texts

more than paper blanks

inside my chest

I need

I guess

I want to test my life with

poetry and everything in between

I want to give myself a voice

I don't want to talk all day about not having a choice to

do whatever I need

go, go, go

we need more speed

it's like independence may not be reachable if you don't catch it fast enough

but I don't want to waste my precious time with rushing

I already think enough

my thoughts feel like concussion

I am shushing

I keep quiet

while my mind already

starts a riot

so tell me girl

ha, isn't it funny

tell me

what's the right thing to do?

do you ever thought about it?

and do you know what you do?

I clearly challenge myself with

figuring out what's going on

but

tell me girl

ha, it's not funny

tell me

what would you do

if there's nothing holding you back

just like a shawn mendes song

thinking about doing the worst

still

the one thing that's keeping you from being absolutely free

unconditionally

could you make sense of it

do you have advice

tell me

would you pay my price?