i've cried enough to cure a drought
i went to go see some pretty flowers
to take my mind off the pain
and i thought about the countless nights crying
and how these beautiful treasures
deserved those tears
i'm trying to grow
but maybe i need some help
just like the little dandelion
brushing against my knees

and the worst part is
you don't even care anymore

there's too much substance in my system for me to care about what happens or who will read this and hopefully nobody does because who the **** cares who the **** ever cares and i'm just so ******* confused and i keep downing the drinks and hoping that i'm not worried about thinking of your smile or how your voice said goodnight and you

you're ******* the life out of me
but i'm still so full of sadness
and i can't even eat
i feel too sick to try and nourish myself
i'm too broken to even attempt it

repetition remains constant
despite it's continuous efforts to be reminded of
over and over, birds chirp in the morning sun
over and over, a vinyl spins on the player
over and over, the world revolves on
while you sat on the other side of the phone
your chest rising with a breath
we exchanged a verbal i love you

and i still can't tell who enjoyed it more
when you whispered longingly
"say it again"

and i repeated it
and i will
over and over

we've ran this marathon before, love
don't let me trip