i forgot about things that leave without staying gone:
three letter exchanges every two weeks
smothered with pale yellow dyed-blue daylight
heads full of harebrained schemes
crystal glass eyes crooked smile you
remember left is right and fuck the rest
i forgot about phantom limbs.
i know what you’re going to say, though,
what do you want to do,
sharp inevitable kissing me to sleep,
i’m trying to get better,
i cannot shatter me
told me i scream pretty before i was chewing it anyway
gather wildflowers for her at night
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