when nothing on this earth has made me cry,

but on a Friday night, 3 AM,

maybe i feel like sobbing.

but it never happens

all those tears have flown down

through my liver and  have turned to ****.

after my long ****,

I enter my dark room,

the worst part knowing that you’re a couple blocks away.

13 dollars it costs to see you, but i never have the money.

i wait for the sun to come up,

it’s finally warm outside,

it’s all coming back alive.