Crying In Bed
crying in bed
listening to the blues
reading a pippi longstocking book
indulging on bubble gum ice cream, the pink version
loving her was everything
loving her was the definition
loving her was my life
loving her is my death
now all i have left is, well, pure nothingness
immediately sudden insomniac
immune system weakened by self deprivation
wintertime amnesia
all windows open with the air conditioner on
watching st. elmo's fire for a particular reason and a particular scene
lover her was an neverending road trip
loving her was an everlasting excursion
loving her was an endless journey
loving her was the most amzing tourism experience
now all i have right is, well, ambidextrous confusion in the confines of raw, uncut loneliness
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