i'm a mess. i can't keep my mind straight
or even clean my room. i barely have the
energy to clean myself or eat anything.

i cried out of jealousy but mostly
because of realization that my
inspiration isn't there. stuck in
my veins and down drains.

he hugs me as my mother
stands in the shadows smoking a
cigarette. i'm torn and open the door.
(no one is there) no one is there.