Waking (regrettably) to the (appallingly) bright sun,

My eyes (wrestle as they) adjust to the

beautiful day (I’m told, anyways).

I think:

How great (in theory) it is to be a morning person.

…

These thoughts only get better (and louder) as the day goes on.

(and go on it does) (it always does)

I (won’t) feel loved (again).

It’s amazing (how things change).

(but how could they change again?)

I (can’t) smile, what’s (wrong) with me today?

It’s her.

I’m hopeless. Utterly.

That (empty) picture frame

Brings the same

Glint to my eye(s).

Things (won’t) get better

I remind myself every day.

I am (un)happy by myself.

I am also (un)happy with(out) her.

These thoughts will never change.

(Right?)