It was too much to ask for something
Anything
Let alone great
If it was even close to how I pictured it
It would be asking for too much
No jumping out at me with everything
Let alone one thing
It was too much to ask
To even be acknowledged by someone so much better than I am
I can’t keep imagining because I can’t imagine myself happy anymore
It doesn’t exist
Happiness for me
I don’t remember what it feels like
Eleven months since I pictured it
The clock will strike twelve
Without so much as a glance
I was wrong and the summer is gone
The rhythm doesn’t subside but I can’t do what they’re doing
There’s nothing left here to think
I don’t hide the words I say anymore because I have to take responsibility for my monster
Spirit of
Compassion
Bled dry
Everyone expects it from me
One person shows it always.
No one else offers it as readily as they demand it
Demande
Not surprised
When am I not about to break?
The wolf isn’t coming back Chester.
He’ll forget I exist.
Just like everyone else does when they don’t see me.
I keep trying to tell myself it’s for the best because without him this mess may have gone different
Like there’s a part of my stupid brain that thinks if I hadn’t slept with him then maybe
I wasn’t unfaithful to anyone because I wasn’t in a relationship
But if he expected it
I wish I could disappear too
Over and over again
Found it
Mike
I wish I didn’t need to wake up every day
Blood is still pouring
And pouring
And pouring
Yes I know hang on
I don’t know what to do anymore
This entire circumstance
I even said it felt like an inevitability
I knew if I said no he’d go
And he’s all I had left
Every move is fucking calculated
NEVER QUESTIONED OR DEBATED
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