vague. quick. unfortunate.
going to call so many times.
I can do endless things with quiet.
finger tips dipping in and sliding over this new immunity.
you turned yourself into another grave; a patch of grass along my waist.
but spider webs hardly form
I have stopped working in coloring books.
They were misguided comfort.
I would scream but you don’t like the yelling.
You would talk but I don’t like noise.
Why were you stealing books from the library
Tell her I’m a Baller.
I am halucinating.
Not everyone thinks the way you do and to expect them to is ridiculous.
To have something to do. Rather than
Completely, honestly, alone.
I really and truly believed he wouldn’t call and
I know I knew I wouldn’t dare try to talk with a hello.
quietly worrying that my love is obsolete when up against those ‘real’ things.
What if I end up living passively?