I said to her.
"Only now, I realize what a horrible relationship that was."
She says to me.
"You were the only one who didn't know."
I ate four pieces of toast tonight.
Cooked in butter.
Lathered in preservatives.
He is too shy around me.
So I have no problem shoving myself.
Though I should react the opposite.
To go to sleep hungry and powerful.
Ah, but I smoke a cigarette.
And I say goodnight.
What it is to truly feel nothing at every moment.
My disappointment is present, but so weak that the bread was all I felt.
Maybe when I'm in love [please never], I can feel some form of pain.