a lovely queen bed in a tidy one-bedroom

staying in bed all day will make you sick and

turning away and keeping cold

deleting and deleting and deleting

will keep you alone but

what i don't tell you when i tell you i'll be alright

when i tell you it's going to be okay is that

i cannot see ahead of tonight

i haven't seen a single second of the past two years

before they hit me

all i know is the familiar face of this black cloud

in the mirror 

over the bed

and my greatest dream is to happily live

with my bitterness with my curses

what i haven't told you when i told you i'm okay

is that i am certain it will always be this way