the sky cries the tears of your grief sweeping rivers pouring with no end until the streets are flooding. each hurt loss disappointment...

so i’ll stumble on home at 4:37 am my keys clanging onto the counter my coat tossed atop the nearest surface i’ll collapse on the sofa...

I’m stuck Right here, Right next to you My head boils and festers These butterflies made their way from the pit of my stomach my stomach...