Devil Came to Me
wandering lost. i drive and drive around everywhere and
don't ever know where i'm going. i'm lost and searching but
perfectly content, or if not content then at peace with my
situation. it's ok with me to be incomplete. it's ok to
fall apart when he shows up two weeks after we break up
with a purple splotch on his neck that i did not put there.
it's ok to stop going to school after i've done so well for
the entire semester. it's ok to eat because i'm sad and
then throw up afterwards. it's ok to want to call up every
ex-boyfriend i've got and get the closure that i've craved
all along. it's ok to fall in love with someone new every
day just to keep my mind occupied.