there was a moon and a sun.
my talisman is a stolen hair tie
that replaced a piece of me i broke on my own
hanging from my wallet zipper.
i hope you think of me sometimes. when it's almost 5pm and i'm not walking in to get coffee, i hope you think of me.
[XXXI]
i knew it was messy to start shit because i knew i'd be leaving. he would not be left with a broken heart.
i will.
but i wanted to live a little and i did. now it's all behind me.
there is poetry in trying so
i do things for the sake of feeling something. spent my days sipping coffee as an
excuse to see you. there were no what-ifs, and i traded those for a small regret.
a small, purple-bruised souvenir i take home to mother.
[XXX]
i lost a part of me today. i keep bleeding out. hope it stops soon.
it took me 18 hours
to solemnly grieve
and bury all my longings, my yearnings, the pain and things i can't take back
in those long hours of flight sleep
and i taught myself to hate you in those hazy dreams and turbulence.
i knew what i was from the first time you put your arms around me so soon.
at the back of my head, i'll admit i said i'll take what i can get
when i wanted more than what you and time can offer me.
you never saw me.
[HR-18]
you never saw me. i just hoped so hard you did.
