Unite Me

I almost forget that she still hates me, despite how hard I’ve fallen for her.

And I’ve fallen.

So hard.

Her words have been burned into my mind. I can’t stop picturing her as she must’ve been, can’t stop imagining what she must’ve experienced. Finding her journal has crippled me. My feelings for her have spiraled out of control. I’ve never been so desperate to see her, to talk to her.

Because the truth is, I am nothing but a coward.

I’m five feet, nine inches

Where even my own mind is a traitor.

This girl is destroying me

And suddenly this small, battered notebook means more to me than anything I’ve ever owned

wanted her to know me; I wanted her to talk to me.

Forgive me.

I hit rewind too many times.

It’s that terrible moment when you’re sitting still so still so still because you don’t want them to see you cry you don’t want to cry but your lips won’t stop trembling and your eyes are filled to the brim with please and I beg you and please and I’m sorry and please and have mercy and maybe this time it’ll be different but it’s always the same. There’s no one to run to for comfort. No one on your side