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i don't miss one person. i miss them all at once. i keep a mason jar empty for when they do come back to me. i swarm into my shower and hike down my path, for when they do come back to me. i brush my teeth, i water my plants, i touch myself for when they do come back to me. i stay in bed all my days dreamy, for when they do come back to me

though every time you contact me i wanna shoot myself in the foot i dont bc i know I'd end up crawling anyways

where am i now youre all around me

i'm tired of cleaning up my own messes with no recollection of making them it feels like slave work

Soulmates never die nd you’re dead to me so what does that make you

It's something I can't reach I know

Your beauty makes me sick to my knees

I got knowledge from watching outside her body a cricket’s dance, far away a purple balloon, close up sesame seeds, warm warm snow cone, wet lips(feeling nothing), where is the skin?… Flipy-flopy beetle’s march, school papers shoo-shoo in wind, caterpillar, caterpillar, mine me my body no wings (feeling nothing)… Lovely women says I need an out-of-her-body repellent to keep insects in.. Keep it in bottles. Storaged, sold, selled in bottles. Clear, smooth, clean liquid skin

So when does the pain stop being so heavy