Your first mistake
I whisper in the dark
Was thinking that time passes the same
You and I
You say
It was last Friday
I say
That was two weeks ago
At least
You say we have this conversation every day
I say
Every day feels like a week to itself
When it’s starting to feel better I am afraid
Why is time moving faster than usual
Why is this now that
So it’s rather like a person whose never driven a standard before is driving my life
Lurching about
Hours and days don’t really relate anymore
Barely aware of what day it actually is
I’ll tell you
I don’t know how I get to work half the time
I’m surprised I only made one mistake like I did, showing up too early
I don’t know how I don’t forget what day things are supposed to happen
It’s a talent probably
You don’t understand how time passes or
Rather doesn’t
For me
You can’t understand how an hour becomes a day
Or a day becomes a week
I remember being able to remember things I couldn’t
But now I don’t even remember the simplest of things
It’s like my mind can’t hold on to them while I’m trying so hard to hold on
And you don’t understand that either
Because macho men don’t have feelings and acknowledging that emotions exist somehow is detrimental to your man status
Which I don’t understand
How do we live in the same world
Where’s the you with your exact everything but with feelings I’d like to meet him I’d
Rather just have one chance somewhere else but it’s all I’ve got
Don’t bother worrying about me because I
It won’t be you that kills me
It’ll be the silence.
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