heidi

“falling off pages beheld to rivers i talk in oasis to feel you in edges i speak to you at night a numbness i seem to hold too tight like your rope around my neck the ceiling at grasp i feel in a darkness one which feels good to be in the pavement moves yet i stand still my shoes ache yet i stand here i used to feel you in night in shadows of my mind in corners i turn the blue burns like you used to i used to feel used too and i talk in tongues in honest regard in a moment of dark hoorah the ceiling grasps my hands i seem to attack skin peels i feel you all too well with a shell on my back hell in my hands i break to bend crawling to be things make sense in the end or it’s what people tell me”

friend who has read receipts on: *reads my message at 8:00 and still hasnt replied at 8:02*