Saturday nights are the worst
Because I've just come back
From playing D&D with my friends
And there's no one to fall in bed with
To cuddle with and tell about
All of the adventures I've just been on
There's no one smiling fondly
While I describe the dragons we killed
There's no one to help me name
The children my druid keeps having
There's no one to laugh at
All of the inside jokes we come up with
When the rogue goes rogue
Or the cleric lies
Or the ranger gets drunk
Saturday nights are terrible
Because I can't spend them with you.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA poetic diary of sorts. A collection of poems chronicling my depression, suicidal ideation, and my journey through therapy.
