The ground, covered in dirt and my hair
Soon it filled with my own salt, as I lie
Collapsed
Imploded
Mourning

I had promised to write about you
Something full of love and admiration
Something I can no longer write
I took just one breath
And now I can't remember what it was I wanted to write

I dreaded that this day would come
And now that it's here
I couldn't ask for anything more

The story was one page long
They tell me "I read the first few words"
Falsely impassioned
As if they read any of it at all

I drift into consciousness one hour before noon
Worthless sack of ****
Scrolling for anything to make me happy
Nothing will today.

One hour later, I take a thirty minute shower
Pathetic and alone
I made coffee for after my shower so it wasn't too hot
There is that at least

I start thinking about you endlessly, longing for us again
What we could have been
And even after you came back to me with an ever beating heart
I still told you no.

It is now the afternoon, I am now getting my first cavity filled
They did not numb me
It was too small for that, I was told it was probably just genetic
There is that at least

I now wait for to go hang out with friends
Something needed now
Because as I wait, you infiltrate my mind, the regret of letting you go
I can't help but cry.

After hours upon hours of weeping, I arrive at my friend's house
Nothing too special
We just sit around and eat and goof around
There is that at least

And while I continue to be with friends
You infest my thoughts
Only instead of feeling loneliness and regret
I simply feel sad.

It may not be much
But it is better than before
So there is that at least