indulge me

Back to the old. No fun in the city tonight. Back to the old school. Smeared stumble vision. Chemically forced smile. Drained of resistance. The love is bile. You won't feel anything by morning. The love is a lie. The smell you still feel by day three even after long showers. Curse yourself for feeling. Feel every person you ever told smiling pity upon your shoulders. These people keep holding me. Relinquish your grip. I wished myself freedom. Stumbling. Interaction. Not original enough not to. Take this heartache. no really.