Her minds full of words that appear scrambled on the page.
Kind of like a maze she can’t navigate.
A phase in her life she can’t translate.
She goes to sleep after she meditates.
To watch the haze start to separate.
As she makes sense out of the games you play.
Trying to work out if you even feel the same.
But deep down realise’s she’s to blame.
For allowing you in, in the first place.
Had it been too soon to press play?
She doesn’t regret it but she does feel some type of way.
Because of the pain she feel’s now, she wants to quickly fade.
Like the change in seasons she knows its temporary.
She knows that brighter days will come.