Eleanor

This is really not me, jelly for thoughts, each day of uncertainty, a useless mile from home, cast adrift forlorn, who wants to be alone, make a fool of reason, laugh when I'm caught, howling at the seasons, you’ll read this and moan, make absences of my calls, screaming down the phone, banking on some creep, wonder if I'm born, awaiting the next scene, you’ll raise the tone, fear of being torn, take me as I am, remind me of the sea, tell me there's no walls, whoever dreams of empathy, will never let me fall.