mock

this makes no sense

The mirror mocks me.

I swear to god it does.

One day it looks like a sweet angel

the next a drowned satan glares back at me

The next a pimple islands can finally get me a job

Then the next a hot little lady

But it's all objective

the grave mocks me

so enticing but scary

like a kiss 

with my luck like every kiss I've gotten, it'll suck so much spit that is not mine

I'll die and I'll regret it but I still crave it 

I just crave someone to be there like I crave forever sleep and real sleep.

I'll wait for both

I'll stay awake and try again tomorrow

Author's Note

Sorry