Melancholy Hill...
Took this picture today.
It's day 4, by the way.
You haven't uttered a single word.
Its been so long since I've heard...
your smiling voice.
Why did I do to deserve this punishment?
Am I over reacting or is this justified?
I've never felt this numb.
I've never felt this broken up inside.
I would love laughing this all away
but humor doesn't live here.
This is me stuck in the middle.
This is me squeezed in between.
And in the house of dysfunction that I call my home,
there is no way out.
If you develop sympathy,
I'll work on my patience.
I'm a stranger to summer
and a militant to winter.
A sibling to spring.
And a lover of a fall.
I'm a mistress.
A writer.
A talker.
A liar.
And I want it all.
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