You're little melt-downs
rise upon us
so suddenly, abruptly.
Asthma medicine?
There's just something
about your tears
that makes my lungs
swell up and aim
at expulsion.
Cough syrup?
And sitting against
the wall, I see you smile
and nudge her
bare, tan shoulder.
Jet-lag pills? Honestly?
Feeling alone
and tired of distress,
yet too much of
a coward
to seek outwards
for a real buzz.
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You pen the anguish of adolescence with a sharp nib. Great write. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥