Perspicacious

Why am I thinking about what I didn't get? 

I came back here so I could live the life I deserved. 

A contagion of memories that is subject to erupt at any moment.

They asked me to leave due to my abhorrent behavior.

All those hollow, negative feelings.

Social outings are available to me.

I had an agenda of what to do in order to be happy.

You always responded.  You always picked up the rope.

A place I could finish my sentences, a place I could figure out my thoughts.

I was melted; I couldn’t express it.

I was allowed to fall together.