the thing is i’m exhausted all the time and i’m down right tired of it, and of how it somehow seems to correspond directly with how frequently you’re on my mind.

we don’t talk anymore is a sentence sending a plague of chills down my spine; a sentence that has long since been plaguing my mind, throwing handfuls of cheap words to empty lines.

i am wary, wandering around under the weight of something we never quite were, as it hangs ever heavier on this set of shoulders the months pass in blurs.