1:43AM
by tns
I feel as if this isn’t just quite it,
As if I were being tested.
As if this distance wasn’t real enough.
I feel my momentum failing.
The weight on my arms grow heavier
I romanticize about a girl
and feel empty.
Eat alone.
Pay for nothing.
Drink on weekends.
Smoking constantly.
Dream feverishly.
“Love desperately”
Who would want this.
I would.