My diet consists of apples and diet coke
I don’t bother to get dressed up
I stay in my Pj’s all day
And sleep for most of it
When I am awake, I watch True Crime shows
And stories about alien abductions
I read and write poetry about lost love
Sometimes, I listen to sad songs that remind me
Of you as the tears keep falling onto my cheeks
I try ignoring my sadness by vacuuming
And making up chores
But at the end of day, I yearn for you
Only if you come, I will continue to go down
This spiral
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I hope new love will grow where the soil has been made fertile by the decomposition of the old