More and more time and energy
thrown into the garbage…
perhaps it’s a twenty-something thing?
Perhaps it’s a constant routine
that cannot be broken
with just vows and promises and
Here I am,
living in a world with
no breaking point in sight,
and I fight to stay on top of
a romance-less environment,
dead and dying a million times over.
I’m fighting still…
the only time and energy worth giving up
in this hour.