sigh

I don't feel well,

  I'm frantically trying to pick up the pieces,
    but my hands can only hold so much,
      before I shatter into a

million
   
       pieces.

I hope you can understand.

for my sunshine.

I don't know how to really piece this all together,

   I'm rather embarrassed, really.

I used to write about you previously in a journal I've lost 2 years back. I was so scared to talk to you, you were what I wanted all along. 

I hope for only the best.
 
    I have the best.

              you.

((08.31.2017))