what time do you go to bed?
i wonder if you’re happy, what time you go to bed,
i think about what the point of thinking about you is
and why i can’t stop if i tried.
did i just say i love you? did i just prove it?
but nothing happened. a minute went by, i blinked,
i swallowed, although i don’t remember doing these things
i clearly remember being with you.
does that mean you are more important then what i’m doing now?
pathetic, people look at me like MOVING ON IS A CHOICE.
not for me. stop feeling sorry for yourself.
i’m not sorry for anyone.
these are the conversations you have
with yourself.
eating dinner alone at the kitchen table
it’s a special kind of lonliness
raw and unfiltered - organic NOT FROM CONCENTRATE.
you’re thousands of miles away but all i can hear is you
it makes eating and swallowing very difficult.
