please don't read this by LasAlasDelAlma, literature
Literature
please don't read this
it is raining and cold here and i miss you.
i want to pack my things so i can visit you
but it's huge and exhausting,
and like usual
i can't find the energy to do it.
instead i am drinking coffee with
too
much sugar,
and looking at my room of
too
many boxes and
too
much stuff
and writing down memories of
too
many things
we never got around to doing.
i can't get dressed.
the clothes sit cold and pressed in front of me
and i can't put them icy sleek on my limbs.
i can't shower.
i can't leave my hair cold and dripping down my back when all i see are dead-snake pigtails leaking blood
and steam choking me