a melancholy taste left upon my tongue.
a flashback of all the memories that were fun.
saline now rolling down my cheeks.
all I have to do is endure about 10 weeks.
Xaireaphobia, my friend,
I hear you knocking,
please come in.
you've been knocking on my door for so long,
it's time that I accept you,
even though I don't want to.
promise me nothing happens,
you're name is so beautiful,
please say that they won't leave me.
you'll keep me up night after night.
I won't always have the energy to put in my all,
"Goodbye, I love you, I'll miss you, talk to you later."