That really sucks

Though I will say that it's been a pleasure to serve you and I really hope you don't find what's under my bed

Don’t say it’ll be ok

I don’t know why you think

That it’s me to blame

Don’t say that I’m not ok

I don’t know why you think

That I’ve gone insane

Say my name

You won’t

I see it in your face

Nothing of apropos

I can’t help feel I’ve lost my way

Close the door

Turn out the light

Breathe the ventilated air of the Upper East Side

Let me see the lights of the high-rises flicker like stars

The grey clouds shroud my apartment like vaporized curtains

Bury my face in the pages of a book until the words don’t make sense

Don't forget the–

*crying*