so here i am—
a month of missed opportunities.
my hand couldn’t reach the mouse,
nor my fingertips the keyboard.
heartbreak came back.
almost like it never left.
it was better when you were gone—
a painful memory,
but just that,
a memory.
i say that,
but i know it not to be true.
you were the standard i held.
the pedestal—nonexistent now.
who is this that stands before me?
so cold, so distant.
i want to laugh—
this feels like a comedy show.
are you the man
i once said “i love you” to…
and meant it?
there’s no way it’s you.
what did you do with him?
how can i be normal
when the rug’s been pulled from beneath me?
how can i feel sane
when the memories are now warped
into a timeline that feels gone forever?
someone telephone quantum physics—
we’re in a different dimension.
it doesn’t make sense.
make it make sense.
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