I miss the stars.

I miss the stars.

I know we’re not friends.
But I wonder what you’d say.
I’m not going to do it.
But it’s a fun thought.

What’s the weather like on your side of the world?
In a place where it’s warm and the sun shines.
Where you can see the stars.
I miss the stars.

I was on the Upper East Side last night.
This apartment was insane.
I couldn’t imagine living there.
I don’t think I ever have to worry about living there.
I don’t even know how much longer I can live here.
The Met looks really pretty at night.
But I miss the stars.

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The ground

The ground

Circling the ground.
I know it’s going to end.
I know this can’t last.

Hitting the ground.
It’s over.
It’s starting.

Picking myself up off the ground.
Here we go again.
I have to find a new way.

What happens if I keep my feet on the ground?

Don't do it.

You said you wouldn’t do it.
Don’t do it.
You know it’s no good.
It’s a quick fix.
Don’t do it.
Focus on something else.
Find something else.
Someone else.
You can do whatever you want.
But not that.
Stop re-reading.
Delete the thread.
Stop re-playing.
Do. Not. Send. That. Text.
Put it down.
The thought.
The phone.
Don’t do it.
Please.
Don’t.
Exercise some fucking self control.
It’s not going to kill you.
Sometimes it feels like it.
This is so stupid.
Just don’t do it.
You’ll be glad you did(n’t).