Crying In Bed

crying in bed listening to the blues reading a pippi longstocking book indulging on bubble gum ice cream, the pink version loving her was everything loving her was the definition loving her was my life loving her is my death now all i have left is, well, pure nothingness immediately sudden insomniac immune system weakened by self deprivation wintertime amnesia all windows open with the air conditioner on watching st. elmo's fire for a particular reason and a particular scene lover her was an neverending road trip loving her was an everlasting excursion loving her was an endless journey loving her was the most amzing tourism experience now all i have right is, well, ambidextrous confusion in the confines of raw, uncut loneliness