the homestretch (here we are)
i have a lot to say on a subject, but i’ll wait until it is over, as to not give myself away. there is so much and not enough to write about. i am really trying. i really am trying. this is trying.
places i’ve been recently:
staring at my swerving feet with a cigarette mouth on a cold unfamiliar street.
drinking with some people (were/are) very important to me.
but i still feel that look in their eyes on me.
finding it harder to laugh at how fucked up things are getting.
that is some sick laughter.
inches from death for three hours a day, a new addiction.
to feel something, anything.
i just don’t want to wake up alone anymore. there is an imprint in this old mattress. the way last fall is always better than this one. well, especially last one. it isn’t getting easier like you said it would. i don’t even remember how it happened anymore. i just know that i needed more of you than you could (want) to give. i thought it was the smart thing to do, what i did.
well, that’s the worst kind of regret, isn’t it?
i still look at the first picture taken of me at nineteen.
i’ve got soul in my eyes cause your mouth is on my cheek.
11:59 you and me.
the homestretch (here we are)
i have a lot to say on a subject, but i’ll wait until it is over, as to not give myself away. there is so much and not enough to write about. i am really trying. i really am trying. this is trying.
places i’ve been recently:
staring at my swerving feet with a cigarette mouth on a cold unfamiliar street.
drinking with some people (were/are) very important to me.
but i still feel that look in their eyes on me.
finding it harder to laugh at how fucked up things are getting.
that is some sick laughter.
inches from death for three hours a day, a new addiction.
to feel something, anything.
i just don’t want to wake up alone anymore. there is an imprint in this old mattress. the way last fall is always better than this one. well, especially last one. it isn’t getting easier like you said it would. i don’t even remember how it happened anymore. i just know that i needed more of you than you could (want) to give. i thought it was the smart thing to do, what i did.
well, that’s the worst kind of regret, isn’t it?
i still look at the first picture taken of me at nineteen.
i’ve got soul in my eyes cause your mouth is on my cheek.
11:59 you and me.
Posted 1 year ago
