Still

It’s completely different

With an extra you

I’m not sure how else to say it

Poor decisions aren’t my strong suit

And I like my modesty

It’s what I see in pictures of myself

Inside I feel wet sand fill me up

No air to dry it

I can’t take pictures there

But I don’t know how else to tell you

It’s not that you’ve been good for me

I just can’t imagine anything else

This article appears in October 2014.