oh universe..

lets have a cup of coffee and talk this out
my pencils led is fragile and my hands tremble
my feet are aching and my heart is tired
and my resentment grows for you

lets not disagree on best intentions
on things to make me stronger
cynicism. skepticism, doubt and pessimism will follow.
i've been good to you

lets not argue anymore.

clouds hover heavy

ive been ditched..

the realization so foreign. 

not in high school, grade school or any friendship

or never important to notice 

breaking up into parts

pieces that seem to have never existed

question their relevance 

their importance

it's exhausting.