happiness and hoppiness are two different words
both seem to stem from a glass bottle
I had to come home, I was unsure
The browns have mixed with the greys
and I feel a sense of betrayal I'm not entitled to.

Every year, it's farther away
the hum of the heater, you've only got a month
paying fines for crimes you don't feel guilty for committing
take. it. all.

life by minimums and a failed attempt at waking early
all those nice things won't save you