By Mac Guerreiro
My jaw is tight,
Eye look around and you’re gone,
We didn’t mean to fall asleep for one,
For two,
It felt good,
But then you leave and it’s just me and anxiety,
About the mess that’s everywhere,
The dishes that aren’t done,
The water that needs to be run,
But doing it now isn’t going to solve anything,
Eye’ll be anxiety itself buzzing,
Tiring myself out in the worst way,
Because there’s no getting it done positively from this place,
It’s on me,
Eye should have set an alarm,
Again,
Now it’s too late,
At 3 am.
Mystical Mac 