Morning Light is Unbeautiful

Mornings feel dry, irritated, and painful. The light is obnoxious streaming through the window. The coffees unmade, the contact case open. The rooms are cold with a lingering smoke and I sense it all, hate it all – trees say it’s fall but the seasons don’t change and the lovers don’t call – there is only the misperception of time, the same as the filler words between each rhyme, the same way I can’t get you off of my mind though you’re worthless and tactless and prove I’m not matchless when it comes to making you want me by clashing with all that you do/think/say/so forth. Mornings are terrible, necessary of course but a stinging reminder of shortcomings and vices. Mornings are just like seeing you – it’s nice but it’s terrible.


~ by perfectionatrix on October 29, 2010.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: