#r.c.

We went to on a date to Wonderspaces yesterday and you were so fucking adorable. I just haven’t seen this side of you and I’m relishing in it. We went into one exhibit where you start by walking through black out curtains only to find yourself surrounded by clouds. This freaked you out as there was no where to sit and it was dark. You said “I’m scared, let’s go.” I laughed because I thought it was a great installation and a little spooky. After Wonderspaces, we drove back to Phoenix in your truck as you snapped your fingers and danced to whatever was on the radio. We agreed that we both hate the radio. Towards the end of the night we drank Chardonnay, watch Lovecraft Country and you got on top of me and poked at my chest the way it hurts but tickles. You woke up at 3am and couldn’t quite get comfortable and you tell me your body knows you have to get up for work soon. I rubbed your arm and gave you kisses on your back and asked you why you were so far? You responded with I’ll come closer. You leave so early and quietly in the morning and give me a quick shake and 3 kisses and tell me you’re heading to work.

The clock ticks at three o'clock Everybody's on their way to see her But she's dead. No more life. No more suffering. No more pain. They questioned why she did what she did Nobody knows the real reasons. No one. Not even one. They never blame each other, For to them, suicide is never an option She was weak. She was dumb. And now, she's dead. She cried for help But nobody's there to help her. Nobody sees her worth. No one. Not even one.