The Dirty House

I’ve lost count of how many times my kitchen table has hurt my feelings

My head doesn’t like it when i fill it with thoughts i can’t relieve

There’s so much time, but not enough

Do you ever think about

the second that just passed

and how it’s left without saying goodbye

with no intention of coming back?

My head doesn’t hurt anymore, but my face does

If you cry in an empty house, you’ll hear every detail in the sound of your cry

and it will make you cry harder

I want to clean the house and I want lay on the floor

After i scream, I promise i’ll never ever make another sound again

I constantly put myself in the difficult situations my life will one day encounter and i feel them

as if they’ve happened already

I cry for things that haven’t happened yet

and i’ll cry again when they do

I’ll clean the house and my face

and pretend this was nothing

Nothing is really anything

according to science

and men who don’t believe in anything, but deem to know everything.