by Jessica Hopkins04 Apr 2020
I think that’s what I got on your shirt today, I’m sorry.
I really didn’t notice it till now. (why am I crying)
My Messages, i think you saw them, you must be tired
of me. I am too. I am, too numb. To even say.
I haven’t seen you since my birthday. (That’s dramatic, it’s only been 10 days).
I don’t miss you. I don’t miss you
or anyone. I can’t be kind and I can’t be
whoever it is i used to be, or am at my best.
Not in a way I’ve ever been before just. Dull. Numb. Pointless. Pretending that it’ll be over soon, that this isn’t within me.
”no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself”.