It’s always the day after an event that I hurt the most from my injuries
Like the first day they sat planning to go all out
My hands don’t hurt as much
The drugs don’t touch that body ache I get
Unfortunate
It’s raining
The weather has been doing this strange thing where it’s a Summer day, then followed by a rainy Fall day
Summer is tiring
Later than I would have liked
It’s so weird to be okay
And, you know, I’m not really okay
I’m just content with purgatory
I desperately need a companion
None have presented themselves
Content with misery
Like misery was around so long I became numb to it
At least I have things to do
Right?
And every day ticks over
And I acknowledge its end
Knowing that’s another day I didn’t know you
Didn’t see you
And then I get hung up on who You is
I don’t know
And the fact that I may never know eats at me daily
That the Universe is saving it for the last day of my life so I never get to actually know the You
Some big gotcha moment
And now you’re dead
It’s a fear for me
It’s a great fear
So many times in my life I’ve been the butt of some cosmic joke
I wish I wasn’t
It’s so scary
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