as i lay in this strange bed
this small light flickering
i feel sick
sick from how i wish the world had treated you better
sick from wondering all day
sick from planning your runaway all night
i heard you fighting upstairs
fighting about senseless drunk words
fighting over me
and my presence
fighting because you wish the world had treated you better
i lay and my feet are cold
i lay and i empty my thoughts

apr 2022
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