tabby cat diaries

hazy nostalgia of feeling so sad and yet so happy

i want to feel that again, but can't

my sunken eyes desperate to go home

and yours blank and unchanging

i will never feel comfortable.

your spectacle in the tides of my love

heartbeat palpitations i lay in bed in this euphoric blank stare

the warmth in the sheer repetition of your nonexistent rhythm turned into limp motions

confirming to your disatisfied heart that the thing you loved is still in your heart's deepest corner

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