But if I love you then I love myself because at the end of the day I’m still alone here and all the proof in the world doesn’t change that the room is empty now.
If I am alone and there are no nails biting into my back and the weight of them drags me down and it’s just my own mind
Am I even allowed to love myself?
Am I even supposed to?
Because the me who I am isn’t
What people seem to want.
Yes I did have a good time.
As soon as I got back and put on the headphones
The week was playing back
Do you understand?
Either Spotify is listening or my phone is listening or something happened to make it all those songs
Every word that came out
Every song I queued in my mind somehow
I don’t know
Michael Buble would not leave me the fuck alone.
Who the fuck does Michael Buble think he is anyways?
First he’s there and then he’s there and then oh here’s a concert and there he is some more I have no idea he was fucking everywhere
Christ almighty he was everywhere
Christmas is so pretty though
But we saw it
Those who had not
Having not
I wish I could just give houses away to people.
Build houses
And give them to people
So that they would never have to be hidden in doorways
Covered in layers of umbrella tarp tent sleeping bag
Blanket
Blanket
Blanket
It was so fucking cold what about them?
In the harm that events like this cause
You see
Of course you don’t see but I wish someone did
Because I miss him
Can’t I just see him?
One time?
Please?
So I can keep going so I can keep finding someone to talk to can’t I just
I need it
I need it so badly I can’t imagine needing anything else more than I need this
The only thing on earth I can’t run away from
My story
Did you hear him?
He said
So you have questions
Yes.
I have a lot of fucking questions dip shit mcgee so let’s start with this
Let’s see how we’ll land on the lands but just this
Is he alive?
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