Monroe Avenue//Brittle Bones

Kenneth’s socks fit too snug
I wish they didn’t
So when he talks about his past relationship with Anna
I wish it didn’t resemble my own heartbreak

I need some distance
I need to get away from this town
And You
I want to stop turning on Adams Avenue
And find peace within myself

“You look like you’re still hurt”
No, I swear.
I’m just so tired of this same conversation
Recognizing a person that no longer exists
And doesn’t even give a f**k on who I am

(I come home every night late. I get my work done and I begin the process to draw or write or spend time with people that inquire about me. I drink and I smoke heavily. I walk back home with headphones and I listen to Julien Baker every night. I read-I do the same f*****g thing every day. I just want to be left alone.)