Bullet list

You said you'd run along,
then you didn't.

Jogging pants lie on your couch
like a lazy apology, heart shrinks
as you watch the world
speeding away from you.

Your resume is a list of panic attacks
and sleepless nights. After seven years
you obtained a master's degree
in the science of self-hatred.

All your essays are sob stories,
and your friends are tired
of proofreading them.

You are a bullet list
that's waiting to kill itself,
one task at a time.

20-02-2020
11:03 PM