The sickle and of rumput in a strange place.
Baring in shrimp-position and, here, have a fever dream.
Mitosis bulan dan rahmatnya, I have felt a new genesis of lost.
You do not have to feel anxious for a simple phone call but you do.
Normal 21 years olds do not wake up to reach for knives under their pillow.
I really thought I ran far enough to be left alone by anonymous blobs of guilt and conscience.
Whose is it? Why is it all over me?
I want to be touched and loved and deeply loved not just touched.
A new sickness emerges and dawns in the vessel.
In sickness and in kepanjangumuran,
you will need to enjoy life with me no matter the distance.
(I forget really easily because my brain short-circuit every month)
And if you do, I will die in silence for you.
You talk about coffee and I talk about coffee.
I talk watermelon cake and you don't talk watermelon cake.
I don't need us to be the same, just check in on each other's headspaces sometimes is all I ask.
I read your diary and I thought of how foolish it was to ever think
we ever loved each other.
You never loved me and I, you.
It was loneliness. It was boredom, it was trying.
It was anything but love.
My suara read poetry very nice. You said that. I hope it's one of the things that
are true.
I'd be devastated if I ever learn that one was a lie.
I love yous are conditioned to have ineffective portions. Other things not so much.
