I wasted a lot of pieces of me into us. Like how I'd breathe hard into a stranger's house phone after barging in, calling out for you. I forgot what it was for but you never picked up and I created carbon dioxide sea waves noises inside that phone and left it there, untouched.
I never liked Biology classes but everytime I am trapped inside that space of little spaces, I can see the back of your head and it gives me anxiety that I pick at the skin around my fingernails to paper it over, that little pieces ends up balling into a little skin ball that I leave inside the lab. You would never notice and by that, I feel like I want to make you to.
I leave around footprints laying on the grey floor and I don't feel like I ever want to pick them up and hang it somewhere else. I heard you calling out my name and I turned around for a second. But it doesn't command me to walk up to you, who are miles away in reality. I like seeing you smile with all your smile and I want my legs to motion me to places where we can be near enough. That'd be fascinating. If we could just...
