I asked how they met.
She blushed and admitted
that he'd sent her a direct message,
asking the color of her underwear.
My mind is a whirlwind these days.
I am doing everything to distract my compulsive thoughts
Because I know I am not coping.
That i have f***ed this up
So here we are
In this place, waiting for redemption
How do you manage that deep sickening feeling of regretful decisions?