me you and all the thoughts i shall be losing

so here i am
laying
on the floor
upon the cheap futon
i bought from ikea the other day
on my 30m2 s.q flat

thinking bout
how i finally nailed it
to life alone

and actually feel good about it

its been couple of months
of cold shoulders
we only talk when its necessary
and as the day passes by
we come to realize that there's really no necessity
for us to talk

i remembered those days where i started to feel lost
every time i yelled to you to get lost
for every expectations i thought might come true
yet never happened
it's just that i constantky see you as that iritatting fvck ass
every time that happened

but then losing wasn't all that bad anyway
only thru losing
i started to find something
i thought wasn't there before