viv

i’m lonely and i don’t know how to make it sound like poetry anymore. it’s just that i used to fall into friendships. it’s just that most days i want to fall into my bed or my grave and these bones are too fragile for show and tell and i’m like muesli with worse mental health and i don’t want anyone to look at me except that i want everyone to look at me and i don’t know what to say i don’t know what to say i don’t know what to say to anyone anyway and last year my best friend moved 413.4 miles away.

I am a flower and you are the sun. When you are around, I prosper and when you are away, I wilt.

I know that I’m nothing special. But oh how I wish to be important to you