It is times like this, late at night, I let it loose.

Those little pieces that I tuck away into a box in the back of my closet I call

my mind.

I let loose the emotions that I kicked to the curb because I

didn’t want to feel anymore. I like the feeling of walking through life,

Closed off.

Love doesn’t hurt,

reminders don’t swerve into your vision

and hope isn’t needed.

I like this feeling of being not seen and even better, not heard. Because it can’t be used against you.

It can’t be used against you.

It’s times like this where, late at night, that I let loose.

I've become broken and hard to put back together. The little girl that I lost years ago when I saw death for the first time, when I had my first kiss, to the moment I let him in.

All the way in.

I lost her and can’t seem to find her. I let her be lost, and now I am searching high and low.

I let her be abandoned.

It’s times like this, late at night, that I let loose.