Crying For The 21st Day In A Row

You look at your cat funny
& give him the middle finger
Because you're drunk
The dishes are in the trash can
There's still a three inch cockaroach on your bathroom floor
He's dead
The sounds from the fridge keeps you up all night
It's so empty & wanting more
You've hit your head on the counter six times today
But you still don't move the couch
Because you put it there
& no one can change that
Your best friend still isn't your best friend
But he's above your new bed
That you've slept in by yourself
As you fall asleep to his glow
You're writing more but at the wrong times
1 am is not the time
Love is the wrong word
The beer bottle in the shower is filled with soapy water
There's still no sight of your razor
So you start to smell a little worse each day
You don't care
Because you're alone
With a mattress in the dining room