i hurt myself by giving someone the thought i know they'd never care to return

what's in my bag you ask? my girlfriend, i carry her with me everywhere

when you caress me slowly , you touch my feelings, my nerves, my bones, my skin, my thoughts and all my deep long speculations on how i could never be loved .

i'd rather be dumb and free than knowing and trapped.

you love so much it makes you numb. now you feel only the words they say to you, and less of the warmth when they touch you.

if you see me change seasonly know it's because i didn't have anyone to reflect on as a kid that could stick with one thing at a time

asking how you are is like willingly pulling a knife deeper into my stomach. i know how it's gonna feel, i know what you're gonna say, yet i do it willingly because i fear there isn't gonna be another day of you.

sometimes i feel like my body works slower than the speed of city life . like i'm an old clock being renewed every experience i get, by every mistake i make. whereas everyone around me works like new technology, i see no mistakes, i only see new inventions.

oh wow i didn't know anyone would like my poetry.