as summer washed away with the tide, she, like the others, hoped to be in a better place than this.

anxiety had shriveled a month’s worth of confidence, and maybe it was time to let go of some people again.

they move into my life, they rile me up, they let me down.

it was always the same song.

it was always the same boy.

will the lesson repeat until it is learned?

is the fallout that easy to ignore?

the high never lasts.

maybe it was time to let this one go back into the sea

with the summer.