i realized you didn’t care for me at 1:21 pm on a tuesday afternoon.
i realized that i couldn't change it at 1:22.
by the time 1:24 rolled around, i was in shambles,
completely distraught,
and spiraling into the comfort of the darkness
i called my friend once upon a time.
this darkness has a cunning smile and sharp eyes
that make me feel at home.
the darkness is like being welcomed into your home by the smell of freshly baked cookies
but then quickly noticing that the smell you're smelling isn't cookies,
it's your kitchen up in flames-
there just happened to be cookies in the oven.