who would’ve thought

The value once brought to my life has been replaced by pain.

I’m sitting on my floor, surrounded by piles of clothes.

I can’t tell which are clean

the weeping sounds like laughter pulled from the pit of my stomach.

I know I need to feel this. To sit in it. To honor it

my tears are tangled with assumptions and questions that only hurt me more

i should’ve done better

i should’ve said this, i regret saying that.

today i couldn’t find happiness and

i can’t fucking wait until this crying is replaced by laughter.