im tired, okay
i woke up at eight even though we're on break
and i fell asleep after two unlike you
who slept until eleven and went to bed at one
and yet you get mad when i say "maybe"
because i didn't watch a horror movie
i don't like horror movies
and while you watched the first
i listened to frank sinatra croon in my ear
but then you want to watch another
and i say maybe to your will you watch it?
and thats not a yes or a no
so don't get mad when i decide instead
to retreat to the bedroom
which i graciously left the door half-open
so i could still hear and talk while shutting out the light
which is currently blinding me because i'm tired
i have a blister on my heel
and i'm still a little bit sad because
its cloudy despite the weather forecast of clear
so i can't see the stars while were in the country
i'm tired and i want to sleep
so shut the fuck up
about me promising to watch a horror movie
though i only said maybe
YOU ARE READING
alimento mori
Randomn. the insomnia-borne jolt of awareness that you will die. write it down before it's gone and let everyone see it because you exist, you exist, that sylvia plath quote running through your head, tattoo it on your veins, remind yourself you are here...
