on the carpet I don’t even own
Skin pressed into the floor
will wear and tear- handwash in cold water
There is no room for us
Anything bigger than
That organic agreeement
could not exist
Matter does not disappear
It recycles itself…
...
My days are like this
They come and go,
and I can feel them sliding across my veins
Right now, I am sitting in my car
and I am wondering if he's changed since the last time we were happy
I know he avoids me for good reason
and I am wishing there was something wrong with me
A month has passed and I can't lift my fingers, excpet today
I check my email, check my messages from every possible location
Even though I know he would never send any
Yet I avoid him.
Acid, searing my wrist, wearing down to veins, to bone
Yet I dont want to talk to you
I am not afraid to feel when you hate me
*I missed the opportunity to send these to you, and if you are reading them now and know I'm referring to yourself...just take it as a compliment and nothing else. We probably would have gotten along well together, but it obviously didn't work after all, which is fine. It's life. These poems are just dead feelings, but I'm glad that you read them.