11/20/2016 || 1.40am

Seems like I can't stay in a good place for long.
I had things together, taped my stupid little cracks shut bu then...

It all came down like the World Trade Center.
But, instead of a plane, it was just a small sprinkle of rain.

The tape got wet and no longer held my cracks together.
All of those dumb, itty-bitty pieces are dependent on adhesive to stick.

Everything came apart and the ache came back.
No sleep, slipping grades, and failed relationships.

Platonic or not, I cannot hold one down.
For the life of me it's something I cannot manage to do.

I don't have a roll of tape or pot of glue large enough to hold a friendship together.

My voice is not powerful enough to portray what I am thinking.
My heart is not heavy enough to commit to what I am thinking.