11/13/17

11/13/17

I can scarcely find the words to emulate the way I feel, so maybe my actions can explain it clearer.

Today:

Woodwick candles, tea gone chill- almost as cold as my toes are since I lost my socks in bed somewhere,

Where I still am, in bed.

I pour a new mug of tea for dinner, just that, because my stomach can’t be more full than my heart.

This evening:

Write a thousand poems and throw all but one away, I moved to my computer desk and on the way my pants got lost,

Lost where I am, here at home.

I put out my candles and at the same time the fire in my heart goes out and numbness overcomes me,

Tonight:

Meaningless snapchat stories that lead to meaningless men in my dm’s, dim the lights,

Lights give headaches, tea can’t cure.

A new cup of tea is on my night stand along with a vinyl that’s spinning even though I can’t hear the music anymore,

Midnight:

I found my socks and some sweat pants, then I’m lingering over a stack of journals with the pages all coated in tears,

Tears fill my teacup, I’m secretly lonely.