good morning/afternoon on this beautiful day.

i don't feel like being alive today.

you know, i am REALLY psychologically fucked up.

like, fuck. my thought (or lack thereof) just really fucks everything up.

the gift of giving

stay strong. don't let anyone bring me us down.

heart

you really do have a heart, i'm sorry i never saw it.

hurt.

"day one"

the booklet on the placemat.

"look, i just wanted to eat my fucking breakfast here..."

dear _____,

oh, how i've missed thee dearly.
i can no longer see clearly.
had you not sought me?
but now you have blocked me.
us together, only yearly.

your choice beyond me,
in fact, it is a complete folly.
the trade you made is no aid,
i faded away within days.
all i really want is a "sorry".

a lack of trust, a gain of lust,
your actions make me feel frus-
trated, jaded,
hated and overrated.
come back to me; it is a must.

when will you ever learn:
cheating, like heating, burns.
you promised we'd stay together,
but you severed our ties forever.
though... i'll still await your return.

you cause me great strife,
and when you left, you blew out my guiding light.
i wish i could see you,
but to you, i'm see-through.
despite all this, i still want you in my life.

everything else is priority, i'm buried under,
and why you did these things is a complete wonder.
just tell me honestly,
that you're in love with coffee.
and just in case you forgot, my name is slumber.

that was obviously offensive, don't you think?

i wish you'd take that back, i wish you would have thought before you spoke.

something

maybe there was a hole in your heart.

you really won't ever shut the fuck up, will you...