a broken heart doesn’t feel so bad
perhaps that’s why most of the time i feel like i’m seeking one
because it doesn’t hurt that much?
i envy everyone else
they probably have more fun
i don’t want to come home from work and sit all by myself
and eat some leftovers
have tea
sit
maybe read
maybe see a movie
but i cant because i’m too tired
so i lay down
it’s 9:30
i’m laying on my bed
petting my kitties
the white one makes me cry
and the black one makes me smile
and the big one is no where to be found
but i’m tired
so i shower brush my teeth take my vitamins
rinse
repeat
rinse
repeat
rinse
repeat
rinse
repeat
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repeat
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repeat

Written/Contributed by Anita Siraki

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