4AM / unfinished

Lazy hurt dreamers

It's four AM and I can't sleep.

So, I'm looking at this cursor blink.

Cellular in the dark, lonely connection.

But right now.

Between you and me.

I've been tripping on the bad things.

Again.

Slouching on my feels reeling on my heels.

And tonight, they're lion heavy on me.

Roaring. 

Over all the times I failed to be the man.

So, I’m doing the only thing I can.

Put it in the air for strangers to read.

Guess I just need the dopamine.

Haven’t the soul to make this bleed.

Like I need it.

I gave it up.

Like so many things.

All the old demons pressing me.

Sorry.

I miss you, words I won't get to say.

Cus we're not speaking.

Ever.

These faults break upon my heart.

And there is nothing I wish more for.

Your happiness.

 

Sometimes I cry watching movies.

Over people acting like people.

I’m acting like people too.

By crying over you.

And we're all dying slowly on life's silver screen.

It all seems so mean but it fits us.