#two weeks

Current MAGA admitting they now feel duped never look back on how much they let slide.

'Two weeks' was a joke. The epitome of white mediocrity. Trump was routinely humiliating MAGA with these beyond empty promises.

Two weeks.

It’s only been two weeks,

but it feels like a month has passed.

At 3 a.m. I can’t close my eyes.

It’s the only time my mind feels clear,

after the fire in my head finally cools.

Then I sleep,

and the routine doesn’t fit anymore.

No morning texts.

No pictures of your walks.

No sleepy accents before work.

My body still waits —

like one of these mornings will change.

I brace for it.

Is today the day something shifts?

Like when you used to tell me about your day

and we’d talk about nothing

that meant everything.

Like we were planning forever

and knew this wasn’t just nothing.

Laughter used to live in these walls.

Now it echoes, remembering how close we wanted to be.

The playlists still play.

Grief spikes in cycles.

Is it really over?

Could I have done something different?

I hate you.

No, I don’t.

It just...hurts.

I check online

like reading tea leaves

that never answer back.

I imagine you sleeping in my clothes —

the scent still overwhelms your heart

while you wish I was next to you.

Wondering if you question it too.

If this was right.

Or just right for now.

Each day

my body braces a little less,

with a little less hope

than the day before.

And maybe surviving