Shit happens

Grumbling whispering muttering

Fucking alarm took away my chance to see you before I had to wake up

But I was fucking looking for you

Which is funny because I’m fairly sure I have little control

But I found you for a moment

Always you get so salty

Don’t be mad at me or whatever for what I do during the day it’s not real.

This is just an unwelcome interruption to when I can see and feel you

Fuck off Trench this isn’t about you

I’m deleting all of his songs one by one again because I don’t feel like putting in the effort to erase him

But every time he comes on I want to break stuff.

I miss you beautiful man

Haven’t I told you over and over that it doesn’t matter what you look like I’ll find you?

The only consolation is that if I stay I can dream of you

But fuck reality

Fuck it

The in-between.

Whatever the purpose of this bullshit is.

At least I can see you for seconds sometimes.

What a fucking disappointment life is.

I miss you.

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