Dear World (the one that is not enough),
I wish I were on some kinda mind-debiliating drugs so it'd feel more acceptable to be scratching my head all the time and saying 'Ahm just so confused'.
Ahm just so confused.
*reaches over for her rum milk punch spiced with cinnamon instead*
Does that count? Is a midnightcap excuse enough?
It's full moon time again goddamn.
Kind of time where I tell himI feel restless, pent-up. Like I could fuck for ten hours.
He types that he is sorry, and he feels my pain.
But tonight I woulda just preferred a longer time between the time for him to go and the bye , longer time between the bye and the going offline.
No matter.
My face is flushed, heat all around my eyes.
I act strong to feel strong and I feel weak for it.
Again with the strength thing?
I haven't cried in someone's arms in forever.
Nor have I let myself.
P.S. Nor do I have any clue what the title has to do with anything.
P.P.S. But I do know you and me baby we ain't nothing but mammals.
P.P.P.S. No, I wasn't drunk writing this. At least... not enough.
No comments:
Post a Comment