these endless string of days where i feel the bee hive
inside my head tremble and break open are like torture
but there was recently the bees let me see how clear it
is without the constant buzzing sounds and swarming
around my head like a severe migraine. that one day was
the calm before the storm; it was solace i needed but didn't
receive in full. it's true, maybe i didn't deserve that solace,
but i haven't experienced hangovers until the aftermath threw
me out of the road and into the thorny bushels which are
now what i sleep in each night. i've learned to focus on
my steady breathing patterns and counting all the way
up to one thousand and all the way back to zero. it helps
distract myself when the weights on my chest gets heavy.
- kra
my gut feeling never ******* lies to me.
you don't want to be friends with me,
you just want my boyfriend's friendship.
i'm just a hangover to you or a bad metaphor.