I'm feeling washed out in the front seat of my friends car.
I can see the road in the path of the headlights.
The sounds of the radio and the silence of our conversation die away.
You must have slipped something in my drink.
I think I might have caught a cold.
You've been in my head, unwelcomed, all day.
I don't even know what to think.
I feel dejected, rejected.
Did you even mean the things you said?
I've been spacey lately.
It all means nothing.
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
