Making adjustments from long sleepless nights where I’ve often tried to stop from thinking how I would have never let go. Now I know I won’t even be losing a tear at the sight of your name on your fucking grave. These thoughts have me weighed down to my sheets. Tight knit, in misery. Knowing these nights won’t change. (I’ve known from the start of it all where everything is going). These nights will never change. It just keeps repeating. The motions of the day to day. Here’s where I’ll admit what’s already obvious, that you are where all of this and everything is coming from.