[sral]

ive been,

thinking about thinking about you. haven’t managed it yet
I hang up regretting the idea before you even answer my texts.
anxious deep breaths. heavy breathing down the end of the line
went and declined the call before your cell connected to mine.
everything’s fine. I tell myself until I start to believe it
harder to keep shit ‘real’ than admit we’re only human sometimes
it’s part of the remit. keeping your head while losing your mind
being upset but refusing to try and keep it in check.
memories the sepia lenses on my rose-tinted glasses
broke and detached
cold and abandoned
nobody answers.


- d.man