i miss you
or everyone
i can’t really tell 
i woke up this morning unexcited and i hate when that happens
that happens too often this month

i dont know what it is about anything in between but i hate it
i hate this
i dont even know distinctly what i’m referring to
i used to be better at being sad before i knew comfort so well
now i’m acting like it’s the first time i’ve ever woken up
with my t-shirt stuck to my back with sweat

i havent even been on a rooftop since i’ve been home
i haven’t even held someone’s hand in the middle of the road
tell myself ‘you’ll get used to this’
roll back to sleep
read a book
read a book
'you'll be fine'