My shoulders are still heavy.
And all I can think about is how I loved you.
The pain is familiar - comforting and excruciating.
What sort of cruel one-way imprint sorcery is this?
Perhaps you are the cigarette I pull when life gets too hard... a slow suicide without harming anyone but myself. Like the way one cuts to find a pain greater than the one in the present, just to distract from the current.... but pain nonetheless.
I have been a good girl pretty much my whole life. I've done everything I could to be a good human thus far in my brief fleeting life.
Why do I deserve this?
Waiter, a pint of happiness please.
#uncuratedreallife
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