It’s just me and this candle and those happy assholes out there, yelling their lungs out in the cold fresh winter air. I hope next year finds me here but with another person, a joyfull Number Two in my life.
I loved you, but then you broke my heart. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive you for that.
Her heat ebbs slowly from the sheets, leaving nothing but an ineffable sense of the passage of time.
I wish the beautiful would linger.
He unscrewed the cap and took a sip, which turned into a swig, which then turned into a skull. Drowning his sorrows in alcohol once again, it would always be this way, he could never change.
I am unhappy to the point of seeking death, and none would know it, so soothing and warm by nature. How deceivingly unhappy the world would be if all were as I am.
I wished, the crying in the middle of the night would stop and it did. The laughter stopped too, but the scent of baby powder still clings to my arms.