It makes me want to trash a hotel room/

Pull the pictures off the walls, the bedspreads out the window/

No. .Done/

I am so jealous of him and her/

I hate them for putting themselves on display/

They. Are. So. Happy./

A part of soul you all take with you/

My heart goes out to you, a kind of plead/

I. Am. So. Broken./

Fast forward to the good/

Slow motion, I watch each drop of water fall from the spigot to the ground/

On. Pause./

Of course, ..there/

It’s no more of a sadness but…/

When she trips, he asks “are you all right?”/

Believe me when I say/

Crashing down was my biggest mistake/

This. Is. Not. Personal.

Italics-“Counting Stars” by Sugarcult