about time

emptiness deferred.

another sleepless night. more gnashing of teeth and tossing in the bed. more protestations to an uncaring Internet. the ebb and flow of clarity, I suppose. all my talk of not believing in regret, seems rather like boasting now. at 130am. Alone.
i keep trying to stoke this anger inside me, to develop this cinder of hate. let it burn until i’m numb and have moved on. #anotherfailure
i don’t hate him. i just miss him.
Monday waits on no one, perhaps this time I’ll dream.

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