ghost girl

i’ve never felt the encouragement of belonging, instead, a personal limbo,

The truth about lonely is it lasts.

The nightjar eats what it eats. The wide wave finally arrives. The wet moon leaves me so lonely.

I was lonely not in that gut-wrenching way not like someone lobbed an arm of but more like after a haircut that feeling that something’s just of

I am doing my best to not become a museum of myself. I am doing my best to breathe in and out.

“All alone she was. All alone with her soul. She lived on the top of a solitary hill. Her house was small, and bare, and alone too. She seemed like a creature of the forest herself, sometimes. She walked with a swift silent tread. She spoke to no one. No one spoke to her.”

No, I will not go back to those days.

…and the scent of your body withers into morning.

Can I call you home?

“… your eyes, the only eyes I feel,”

“That’s what love is like. It’s like coming home.”

“I love you, and I’m conscious of you all the time.”

“What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love?”