lost
last night i slept in a smoke-filled room and dreamed of flash floods. the hot ache of newly tattooed skin hummed in my mind throughout it all. i fell asleep in the middle of a sentence, talking about something mundane to the blonde girl who lay beside me.
these nights away keep me afloat. they clear my mind.
i come home the next morning and he’s too busy watching TV to talk to me after the first hello.
is there anything left apart from familiarity? is this just because it’s convenient? am i really so boring?
i wish i knew for sure.
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I have the same thoughts. I don’t think you ever really know the answer unless you’re willing to do something drastic, like end it.
I also have “I don’t know who I am without him”, which my best friend was quick to kill before it got too far.