Regret

I am as gone as the wind. Horizontal. Melted into this couch. Every fiber of my being, being slightly more objectified. A storm screaming for my attention - can't quite penetrate. You left me. My body a heartbeat. Crying all over. My cheeks. My thighs. Fully aware this feeling is not what its supposed to be. A house now too broken to invite others inside. I'm drunk. Soo drunk. I've drank too much. Movement. Stillness. All of it, feels like throwing up. Waiting impatiently for this to pass. Realizing time has a tendency of taking too long. Writing poetry in my head, hoping to move on. Searching for the finish line. Disregard the start. A black cloud, clouding. Reminding me of every fucking part.