untitled.
I believe in sleep. and how this clock shouldn’t be the only thing tick-tocking in my head. I’m a mess, but you don’t need to know that. Suck the light from my eyes and replace it with something heavier. You don’t look half as hollow as I feel. You tell me there’s a world out there filled with bright blue skies and honeybees. But I can only find hazy shades of misery. Or maybe that’s just the me. I’m a mess. But you don’t need to know that. You’re jealousy tore us apart, my lack of emotion kept it that way. I’m okay with that. I’m like a machine without a reset button; stuck on repeat: repeating you in my head. I think I’m okay with that too. I want to write. I want to scream. I want to cry. I want to breathe. I want to sleep. “There’s something you’re not telling me.” There’s something I’m not feeling.
