butter. sugar. bittersweet

how am i supposed to do this?

its been hours and batches and batches of cookies since i walked in this room. and there are two dirty coffee cups still beside the bed. there is still a bottle of old spice in the cabinet. there still sits, ready for the needle, the record you last played. there is still the lingering scent of heartbreak on the sheets. lock the doors, stop the sun from rising, stop the darkness from falling. to no avail. just keep walking, don't look back.



how am i supposed to do this?

congratulations, they're engaged! to witness and celebrate what i only dreamed for us to be embraced by and for others. how could i get this so wrong? did i confuse the salt for sugar? egg white, or egg yolk? i'm just me, but how come i get to choke on tears while others savor sweet bliss. what soul can flourish on salted tears?



how will i do this?

minute by minute. song by song. glass by glass. day by day. i am downright scared. scared to forget or remember. i should be scared when my anthem is "i'm a do the things that i wanna do, i ain't got a thing to prove to you, i eat my candy with the pork and beans, excuse my manners if i make a scene". oh, weezer, how they see me through my darkest hours.