I stare at the cord
connected to the wall
and think about the reason
I continue at all.
The friends I never
and the ones
I thought
I do,
The people at
arms length
that I wish I never
knew.
It's hard for me to swallow
the single serving friends
and to know that again tomorrow
they'll make friends again.
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 3:15 AM UTC
I stare at the cord
connected to the wall
and think about the reason
I continue at all.
The friends I never
and the ones
I thought
I do,
The people at
arms length
that I wish I never
knew.
It's hard for me to swallow
the single serving friends
and to know that again tomorrow
they'll make friends again.
