**I wrote this about a girl who my feelings for constantly and inexplicably changed**
My Reasons, My Lies, My Regrets
I hold this pen tight
As this night changes
What I had once thought,
The urges I fought.
It's not possible,
She was not hostile
And through our troubles
We had both fumbled.
She has now returned,
Now that I am burned,
Crisp and black, weakened,
Is she a beacon?
No, god, no, run now,
I must leave here now,
Feeling returns now,
Plastic smiles now,
Life continues now.
