Socks and Socks and Socks

Winter is here. Cold feet, warm socks, and stretched sweaters. I’m waiting for “where are you, my dear?”. Remember last year? We inhaled the same air but you were happy and I wasn’t all there. I don’t know what love is, I swear. But my broken eyes and charred heart won’t forget you, I swear

I inhale the same crisp air but you’re not here but it’s still here to share. I guess I’ve been chasing shadows but I’ve forgotten how to run. I guess I haven’t been chasing, just laying and waiting and dreading the sun. Dreading the dryness that chaps my lips, makes my eyes hurt, tells myself to get a grip

I hate the room that I stay in all day. But I don’t go outside because I’m too afraid. The silence is why I can’t breathe. The silence is why I’m scared of me

Am I drowning in the Caspian Sea? How about some fucking subtlety? I’d rather cut my neck than taste the acid from my stomach. I’d rather die than see you sitting across from me, thoughts wandering in happiness when mine aren’t. Well, I guess I should be dead already but I’ve been learning how to cope. I’ve been learning to think rather than hope

Moving on, clocks quickly tick. Everything is fucked, that’s what’s tragic. Friendships crumble because we’re toxic