I love you
You love me not

You love me
I love you not

I love you
you love me

You love me
I-

The tingle of anxiety
It’s creeping into my chest
Into my gut
That unplaceable guilt
The incessant nerves

Meanwhile
Life is cold
I can’t feel anything pleasant
Everything is so empty...
So... so grey....

So I guess...
I suppose I’ll lie in bed
Try to eat something
Wear something soft
Watch a movie
And wait
For the anxiety meds
To idk... fix something

Keep thy head underwater—
staying afloat will not
quench this thirst of yours

She is but a dream;
a dream that would not fade,
even long after waking up.

today's a special day.
symmetry in its date.
good day bored one.
Why else would you be here?

it’s a kindred sadness
not a cousin,
but a friend