This poem is attributed to my neighboring ex-best friend whom I pushed and pushed away due to my selfishness. This poem represents who I was, as well as who I want to become to better myself- hopefully alongside her again. Not only were you my bestfriend but you were my other half- I'm crawling on my knees at your door and begging for you to forgive me.

It's been 168 hours since we've been apart and I've slept through a total of almost 100.

Seven days. 168 hours.

All unrequited effort and all alone.

Each of the seven days is a seemlessly broken record- in a sense that my own body walks this Earth, detached from my soul.

So I sit back on autopilot, as I surrender to myself. Hoping that the action of me repenting my sins will give me another chance to have you back.

Hours that stretched into days in which I don't know the name of anymore.

I'm pathetically confused- characterizing myself into a complete damsel in distress.

I'm decompensating in efforts to get help without any answers coming back to me and this pity-party I've created thus far, is all in hope of waiting for you to magically appear back, so you can save me from myself.

Day-dreaming, I find comfort in my bed as I reminisce on

every last,

little

moment.

Every secret and song session;

Every laugh and cry.

Every meal and vacation with each other.

Every hope and wish,

dream and desire;

Along with each and every goal that we use to fully dedicate ourselves to completing, together.

Forever and always, remember?

Forever yours,

Morose