And I mean flushed in the non-bathroom sort of way Weighing my pockets with stones of longing |
I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate hurting because of how much I loved him. I hate not knowing whether or not he cares about anything. I hate not knowing anything about him or us or me anymore. And I hate being stuck here.
Immobilized at 6:10 p.m. |