i'm not exactly sure how it happened.
we were drifting for a while.
in an ocean of confusion.

its these situations when it happens.
i push things, push her, away.

we were apart for a while.
i hated her.
for being such an emotional wreck.
i hated me.
for being such an emotional wreck.

i floated alone for a while.
to melbourne.
and back.
past delightful faces.
and curves.

we met again.
and it was like we never left.

we still fight sometimes.
i think its mostly normal.
the fighting.
but it drains me.
and when she leaves, i sit here and think.

and that's when the strange feelings of loss begin.
i'm just a weak fragile soul in a body that doesn't fit.

maybe it's me that makes me tired.
probably my silly crohns.
i could just be tired.

at least my lovely drawing friends will renew my glow tomorrow, tonight, today.
she'll return wednesday.
we'll smile.

s. x