I need to say
[goodbye]

shut the door

no more lingering in the corridors of my ♥

(and yet, I vacillate: what if I want to write about him again? How can I let this era go finally? Completely)

You still def[y]-ine me.

I use you as a crutch sometimes.
To explain things to myself.
To not explain things to others.

NO.

This is NOT how to go about it--I decided not to delete it

Summ[h]er

How can I write about this summer?

It's.been.a.

roller

coaster

I love these kids.
& they b/r/e/a/k/ my ♥

& they make me so...so...
[insert various emotional states]

Summer, you've been as beautiful, harmful, and quick as a thunderstorm.
{& the air is still full of warning}