(872) re-press
the weight of living re-presses down (does it ache for you to get up each day?) itâs hard, to get up each - every - day.      my head pounds. i always sleep late      (stay up til six to talk to you when youâre home from work)      which makes the day drag until iâm home from work. i feel feverish; like the worldâs gone blurry (our glasses would clash when we kiss, right?) dizzy mind - feel like a fist just kissed right past-- huh. strange imagery.
      i should lie down, if my brainâs saying funny things       (settling you in the now involved dad jokes. you love-hated it.)       i havenât made many jokes in a while. i love hate it, being alone
iâve been alone for so long now, right? itâs just returning to it (you were perfect for me, but i guess i wasnât good for you) being alone is perfect, iâm so used to it. i guess thatâs good for me.       ah, i should sleep. just gonna wait for uber eats       (have you eaten recently? are you okay? i care for you still)       cafe food, yâknow. i hope itâs okay. i care about eating good food!
goddamn why do my thoughts (i think about you all the time) always revolve around the same things? (i think about you all the time) being sick, eating food, sleeping. i guess it makes sense. (i think about you all the time) itâs what happens when youâve been alone for a long time. (i think about you all the time)
       these days i donât think of you at all.














