ever since we met, I only shoot up with your perfume

January 8, 2026

The longest part of the month comes up and you're still here. If I could (grin and) bear it, you wouldn't know. If you ever did it wouldn't matter to me any(ways).  It's funny how you talk about them/him. If life is nothing but a dream, then I guess it's time to start waking (us) up. It's like trying to stick a needle through glass skin.  Chewing through ropes with bleeding gums, you leave me here again. You're endothermic and I'm more than willing to give. You're not (you don't) like me and deep down you know it more than I do. I feel the same as I did yesterday (I always will) Three years down your drain.

xoxo comet

okay, fine (so long)

January 8, 2026

I'm done being so dramatic (for now). Lately I've been into the worst parts of you. The watch on my wrist tells me you're holding all the cards. But you don't know it yet. Things are(n't) the same and I can tell you're sick (of this at least). Don't worry I am too. I have nothing to say I guess. I just like hearing you talk about us. You're cool, and i'm not so warm anymore. 

Anyways, I have homework to do and you're never actually going to see this so, goodbye fr now

xoxo comet