This room smells like sadness and stale
cigarettes
and the air is thick and humid and this
Xanax
in my system is slowing my
brain
down so that the letters of your name are
replayed
over and over again in my
mind.
Someone asked me what my poems were
about
and I respond blankly with the word
"nothing"
because that's all I feel when I think of the
fact
that you don't love me. Why don't you love
me?
Why are these pills the only thing that can make me feel
anything?
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC
This room smells like sadness and stale
cigarettes
and the air is thick and humid and this
Xanax
in my system is slowing my
brain
down so that the letters of your name are
replayed
over and over again in my
mind.
Someone asked me what my poems were
about
and I respond blankly with the word
"nothing"
because that's all I feel when I think of the
fact
that you don't love me. Why don't you love
me?
Why are these pills the only thing that can make me feel
anything?
