I sleep on the floor with my little sister.
She falls asleep quickly.
I don't.
I can't, my girl hates me. I feel it in my gut.
We text, we don't talk
Her: why are you on the floor?
Me: Beds crowded.
Me: Why did you leave?
Her: Idk. Depressive episode
Me: Makes sense
Her: yea.
Me: I was just worried, yk?
Her: Ik.
Her: Can u turn on fan pls
Me: Goodnight
Her: night
Me: Are you mad at me?
Her: no
Her: did you do anything>
Me: Not to my knowledge
Her: exactly
Me: Then why is is "night" and not "good night"
Her: bc if it was a good night I wouldnt be depressed
Me: True
Me: Did you take your meds for the night?
Me: So that's a no.
She doesn't respond.
She doesn't talk to me in the morning either.
I lay on the floor. Eyes wide.
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Her. (rough draft)
PoetryThis author has gone through the most brutal breakup she's ever endured, she needs an outlet. Enjoy