I'm scared of tomorrow.
Because I know what tomorrow was going to be.
What it is,
going to be.
And you probably don't know what I mean.
But I do.
Unfortunately, I do.
I remember.
Did I lie again?
Did I lie,
for the 13000th time,
about being fine?
Clearly I'm not fine,
because I haven't moved on yet,
and I'm still writing down this chaos in my head.
Maybe I won't ever be fine.
These memories I recall that just hurt everyone more will be with me for the next 5 to 13 years.
Battery low: 13% remaning.
Please plug in your device now.
Oh,
okay,
I have to go now.
I'll be back in 13 minutes,
or 13 hours,
or 13 days,
or more.
YOU ARE READING
maerdyad
PoetryI don't know, I just need to write stuff right now. When you thought you found the one, after all this time, after all the poeple that left, and it turns out, she loves someone else. For when the rain comes, and the hail, and all hell is unleashed, ...
