black denim. glitter. and that stupid song...

it started with today. i mean it was like a slap to the face. and i forgot what time it was. do men really make you cry. these tears only lasted for like three months. and the third month all i could do was be numb. and that stupid song only made things feel like tuesday night. he left his jeans here and i wore them obviously. art died and it made the music "noise"...how...he was here like two days. he just stared at his jeans, the glitter shimmered in my eyes. i couldn't help but run. i ran past a hallway. MY RELIGION BECAME FASHION. still trying to find my "go-to" clothing item. but we managed all of this with twenty percent left. I PRAISED THOSE BLACK JEANS AND THE MAN WHO WORE THEM? and it only made sense when i sang. what i sang that night...that stupid song. HEAVY METAL STAINED THE SHEETS. HIS BUD-LIGHT VOICE ALWAYS PRAISED THE PLAGUE OF FASHION. and now it's the next day, the jeans are on the floor and all i could do was sleep and cry...