~Depressing poems 3

Tuesday morning

People always say that it hurts at night.

And apparently screaming into your pillow at 3 am

is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.

But sometimes

it's 9 am on a tuesday morning

and you're standing at the kitchen bench

waiting for the toast to pop up.

And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl grey tea makes you

miss him so much

you don't know what to do with your hands.