I’m asking for some time
to figure out if I love you
for what you’re giving me,
or for who you are.
Over a Week
Since Trey went off
to decide why [you mean if]
he loves me. Messed up!
Brad and I have kept
our thoughts regarding th
at
night to ourselves, not
easy to do when you’re
spun, and we have been spun
on an ongoing basis.
It’s maintenance spun
now, not really enjoyable spun.
I can nibble soft foods,
sleep fitfully, brain
begging to shut all the way
down. But I’m scared
to shut all the way
down. Scared I might dream.
Scared I might not
wake back up.
It’s About Noon
On Thursday. I’m fumbling
around in the kitchen, trying
to figure out what to make
for dinner. My head is in