sadwritershappy

when. when. when. youre done. telling me you have to go.  and youre done ignoring my “text me in the morning” please text me in the morning.

this space is where i keep my life. when the screen goes black. everything else may as well go too.

the writer returns. never not the same.

the blue birds sing goodbye
          and night owl says hello
          the one with the dark feathers
          the one with the sad face
          the one that flies away to the keyboard
          the sad writer

i hate being safe
          almost as much as i love that you dont know that im writing this
          you cant call the therapist
          you dont know who to call