It probably is the pollen all
around me. The trees and flowers are all super
***** and putting all this drunk,
yellow pain into my
Or maybe it is the amount
of time I spend looking at
Nonetheless I find my eyes to be very itchy
and I find myself reaching for the eyedrops.
I promise you, I am not writing about
rubbing my eyes for clarity nor for hope. About the stupidity
of previous circumstances and how to resolve my issues
and pains with another person, nor about the sharp
daggering embraces we reluctantly continue to dig into each
other, nor about the seismic novella you choose to make me
read through every indeterminate eye glance and concave
movement in the curvature of your lips, nor about the
indescribable, uncontrollable, unbelievable,
in-fucking-consequestional amount of times I can't
help but to think when I was happier with you-
but you weren't.
Maybe I should stop rubbing my eyes, it's making it worse
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 8:10 PM UTC
It probably is the pollen all
around me. The trees and flowers are all super
***** and putting all this drunk,
yellow pain into my
Or maybe it is the amount
of time I spend looking at
Nonetheless I find my eyes to be very itchy
and I find myself reaching for the eyedrops.
I promise you, I am not writing about
rubbing my eyes for clarity nor for hope. About the stupidity
of previous circumstances and how to resolve my issues
and pains with another person, nor about the sharp
daggering embraces we reluctantly continue to dig into each
other, nor about the seismic novella you choose to make me
read through every indeterminate eye glance and concave
movement in the curvature of your lips, nor about the
indescribable, uncontrollable, unbelievable,
in-fucking-consequestional amount of times I can't
help but to think when I was happier with you-
but you weren't.
Maybe I should stop rubbing my eyes, it's making it worse
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