Mess

Written by Jacob Ibrag

You kept saying something to me for

an hour, yet I wasn’t listening. I wasn’t even really

there. My mind scatters into a million pieces when you

speak. What is this thing that you do to me? Why can’t I

function around you? Attraction is minimal, both to body

and mind. What the hell is it then? I don’t hate you, but then

again I don’t really care about you. Broccoli. There’s broccoli

stuck in your teeth. Clothing. Isn’t that what you were

wearing yesterday? Please. Save me from this mess.

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