Last night was the last time I fall asleep waiting for you I promise.
Keeping lines shorter going forward I’m abandoning the little we have left.
Friends can’t believe it after all the praise and hype we’ve lost seasoning salt waste.
Dizzy because I was plugged in to our dream which apparently was only mine embarrassing mistake.
Yanking cords saying sorry as I power down head down too city asking what happened as yesterday I had wings but potential flew by.
Fuck another thought to a dead end life.
Pretend I’m home but I’m gone driving or at a friend’s house releasing pressure correcting patterns spitting at our pictures.
Then I wipe my screen and cry.