When did talking to you become so hard? I’m so focused on the things I say and overthinking about your answers.

It’s okay to lose yourself for a little while. In books, in music, in art. Let yourself get lost.

You can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own.

//I know, gosh I know.// //It’s just December, isn’t it// it’s nice to have someone’s hand to hold while you take your first shot// it’s December and it’s nice to have someone to call at 2am when you’re high// It’s December and it’s fucking great to have a story to tell your friends from last night// It’s December and you have to have someone to kiss at midnight// // it’s just December, isn’t it// just the cold creeping up your spine, whispering in your ear// you think it’s her, begging you to stay// but it’s you, you just need to hear it from someone else// It’s December and you search for yourself in your reflection// in every letter you wrote him// it’s December and it’s just too much to take sometimes// it’s December and it’s too lonely to survive these nights// //It’s just December isn’t it// you have exactly seventy dollars crushed into your pocket// a lipgloss and an eyeliner in another// your tee shirt falls over your shoulder like there’s nothing to hang onto// like you’re emptying yourself of something// of someone// where are you going ?// // it’s just December isn’t it// it’s good to have something to think about// something to ask the falling stars to fix// someone to talk to, someone to kiss// It’s December and it’s nice to have someone who’ll tell you this was never true// someone to say goodbye to//