Stupid, awful tears
Won't stop threatening to fall.
Out of fear that either I ****** up
Or I'm just not being quick enough on the uptake.
Not like that ******* matters.
There's this weird feeling of being
Disappointed with myself.
I should have quarantined myself
For the day
No food
No sleep
Leaves me sad and angry,
Touchy and easily upset.
I want to sleep
So maybe I can dream of you instead of
Experiencing the cold that is in my bones.
But I love you,
And I'm sorry
Because my eye lids feel like lead
And I miss you.
You asked what you're going to do with me,
I said keep me around,
You jokingly said "I don't know..." I think.
But my heart suddenly panicked,
Please don't take it back. Don't put me back.
And I'm not doubting you, but boy, do I doubt me.
**** sleeping tonight,
I'm going to sleep now.
I hope you're sleeping well,
And know that I love you and I'm sorry.
I know you'll tell me not to apologize,
But I have to because I want to be in your arms rather than shivering on this couch.
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
Stupid, awful tears
Won't stop threatening to fall.
Out of fear that either I ****** up
Or I'm just not being quick enough on the uptake.
Not like that ******* matters.
There's this weird feeling of being
Disappointed with myself.
I should have quarantined myself
For the day
No food
No sleep
Leaves me sad and angry,
Touchy and easily upset.
I want to sleep
So maybe I can dream of you instead of
Experiencing the cold that is in my bones.
But I love you,
And I'm sorry
Because my eye lids feel like lead
And I miss you.
You asked what you're going to do with me,
I said keep me around,
You jokingly said "I don't know..." I think.
But my heart suddenly panicked,
Please don't take it back. Don't put me back.
And I'm not doubting you, but boy, do I doubt me.
**** sleeping tonight,
I'm going to sleep now.
I hope you're sleeping well,
And know that I love you and I'm sorry.
I know you'll tell me not to apologize,
But I have to because I want to be in your arms rather than shivering on this couch.
Sensitive, sick, and exhausted makes for an emotional cocktail.
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