i hate getting up every few minutes to stop my dogs from barking.
I hate tossing and turning in bed till 3 thinking about what could have been.
I dont want to fall asleep tonight.
but tonight. i have too.
I’ve to face my demons to move on.
until then, I like my sorrow served on cold empty platter spread eagle facing me every night when i close my eyes.
I’m supposed to be the hero of this story,
i dont need to be saved.
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