You don't matter.

Ramblings of an obsessive -compulsive.

The 6th train comes home late, again.
Monotone eyes and accidental fixations.
I regret my patience over,
and over, but,
it's the cold that bites my fingers.
Lock them whilst in mute.
Sometimes I confuse it with you,
other times you dazzled me with confusion.
They both leave me numb.

Ouch. At times, it hurts.
*deep breathe, forced a big smile*
I don't get down so easily. I'M BACK.