The silence of the apartment the morning after pride and you left was deafening

I have felt alone before in this world but none so full a feeling as a black hole, feeling nothing but unable to stop swallowing matter and information

The fact of the matter is that it’s still not a good time for us and I don’t know if it ever will be.

You wanted to be friends but I been wanting them cheeks

I’m toxic af I know

But I’m cuter than a puppy in snow

And can remind you of better days coming

People say I should tell myself that but here I am emptier than an eggshell and crazier than Oklahoma wind

I’ll hold you with nothing and you’ll stay there waiting for me to get it together

Come out to my patio and watch the rain with me

I like watching my fucks fall to the ground