Holly

I like to be in my pajamas all day. Sometimes I don’t wash for days because I like to read and sit around. I like to eat in bed. I like melancholy. I like to pretend that I’m alone in the world and I’m just sort of abandoned. I’m not fun to be with.

Maybe it’s the way Your t-shirt Fits across your chest - The one I bought you Months ago The one I keep saying I’ll give away, And how It’s still crumpled on the floor In the corner of my room. Maybe it’s the way Your bright blue eyes Sparkle when You talk about The things you love, And how, By the end, They never Sparkled For me. Maybe it’s the way Your lips Quote quiet poetry In my listening ears To my beating heart, And how, Now, They utter bitter goodbyes That echo In the deafening darkness.