on, and on, and on, and on, and on
6am and i'm losing it, losing everything: only one bowl and a sip of pbr over 4.5 hours ago and now my stomach is gone. well, its just not where it should be anymore. i climb back into bed again, wondering what i did to my immune system and i wish you were here. whenever i see blonde boi i drive by the place we had our first fight, ((you know, where you said i love you for the first time)) and i wish i could give that back to you. i try to spit out the words, feeling them so gristly in my mouth, and i gnaw and i gnaw until finally it all just comes up i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you; when i try to swallow i choke.