part 1: elyzabeth

Okay, give it up. Who stole my mind?

 

Wow, I don’t know anymore.

I’ve lost my mind

And I’m pretty sure you took it.

 

I like how no one knows

That these poems even exist

(well, almost no one)

 

“Suit youself” you say

And jump back into the driver’s seat

Only to speed away.

 

Well then.

 

Is there nothing?

Is there nothing left to hide?

 

Nice, you’re wrong too.

I’m not so sure myself.

 

How far down are we?

How long has this lasted?

 

Haha, I smile,

 

You laugh

 

*Paintaballing!!!!!!!*

 

La

Lala

Lalalalalalala…..

 

!!!

 

No.

Way.

 

Impossible.

 

So….

I can’t call.

You can’t text.

(This is all very inacurate, by the way)

 

So let’s write.

“Once upon a time…”

No, no, no! That’s not how it goes!

And you assume that you know how?

You scoff,

Spit out my name,

And smile

 

“Elyzabeth…”

(no, that’s not my name)

But I shrug it off

And accept it.

Because sometimes,

Elyzabeth is who I am.