Coffee in the morni...afternoons to wake up.
Fingers glide across this glass like the wind.
Head slow but heart is lightly full of hope.
Words try to match but all I said over and over..
I kept saying the word, "Cool".
My mind is rotting with the things I put in my body.
My mind is rotting without the things my body needs.
I kind of miss the days I got to spend screaming.
I definitely miss the ones I got to smile.
Now only imitation laughter spills from my mouth.
I want to feel again, I want be ..."happy".
I am again like ever before, "Post-Love"

..Medicine in the mornings to get to sleep.