Story of me

It always seems

When the pressure goes,

I look around

And I'm alone. 

A solitary speck

In this massive abyss. 

A little birdie 

Alone in it's nest,

In a forest that burned

Long ago  

Before this

Before us. 

Don't make it personal 

It's not about him.

It's about letting go

And caving in. 

Being less of a mess,

A girl named Tess.

This is the story 

Of me. 

Written June 10th 2013