hey wouldn’t it be cool if we were codependent on each other and you needed me just as much as i need you.
hate seeps into my bones quicker than the chill in the air.
i love our mundane conversations more than i hav ever loved any boy. that’s how i know we are something true.
you told me i was cruel. all i said was that you were the loss of my life. why would i lie to you? i don’t think i am capable of it.
”how did you fall in love with him?”
“a hundred days of longing.”
the rage in me has made my humanity scarce. i will not be quiet about it.
though i am surrounded by hundreds of people each day, i feel so completely isolated from the outside world. someone bigger must’ve put me in a jar in failing effort to save me.
pure bliss is a high i never want to be sober of. i feel on top of the earth my feet have always been glued to. this must be that freedom the wanderers speak of.
yesterday i read the notes on a life
that had just barely counted as one lived
the girl was far too tainted to be a wife
but she was a girl with much love to give
she talked like a true contrarian
eternally antithetical girl
then her opinions flew with the herons
to a much kinder and comforting world
with time her smile faded into the gray
and she went aimlessly through the motions
she joined other wretched souls yesterday
her eulogy murmured by the ocean
i suppose she always hung by a thread
i would’ve hung onto each word she said
come back soon. to the girl you destroyed.