Today:

I failed at smoothing over awkwardness.

I, however, successfully accomplished overfilling with caffeine.

My body is so tired, but an all-nighter appears to be in my future.

I thought of you again today.

I said "some days" and I couldn't help the words as they fell from my lips,

nor could I help the image stretch itself across my mind.

So, I fought back the lump in my throat with another swig of espresso.

It's my new coping mechanism.

My headaches and apparent new attachment to lack of sleep are incessant. I am hardly able to cope with myself. I can't imagine that others are able to deal with me in addition to themselves, but it happens. Oy. 

Ramble. Ramble. Ramble. 

Also, I find myself haunted by the oddest aspects of the past. 

Solution: get the fuck out of here as soon as humanly possible. I may just go ape shit if I don't. Fuck.

Your Heart is an Empty Room.

I have fallen into it.
I am sickened that I cannot find my escape,
despite the empty.
dark.

My fingertips feeling the cracks,
slipping deep into weak spots
and your tongue echoes against the walls.
 
I taste your taste,
and you make damn sure I feel your feel.
Let me go.
Yesterday is overwhelming tomorrow,
my ribcage is overwhelming my chest,
because I lack in empty rooms.

I have always lacked in ability to let you go.

You can forget.

I don't appreciate how much I miss you.
I don't even want to consider how much I dislike the times your name dances across my thoughts.

That is all.