Fatigué ➳ jjk+kth

viii

When you called me, I became your flower
- Serendipity

another night.

another week.

another month.

it's the same.

work.

there is no time for us.

no time for me.

today is our two year anniversary since you had sheepishly asked me out, your cheeks aflame as you waver a bag of doritos before my eyes as a backup plan.

it's unfortunate that i do not awake to your face that morning.

it was work once again.

you were forced to stay awake through the late hours of the night, i presume.

so was i.

no text or call had reached me, defining your whereabouts.

that's okay.

you are a busy man.

but maybe it hurts to know that you place your work before me.

i'm selfish, i know.

i'm a selfish man who cannot do anything. who is absolutely useless.

a man that no one wants.

even you.