I don’t want to hear
another ‘always’
stolen from you
by momentary bliss
look at me when you hate me
when you can’t fucking stand it
and show me your forever
rhetorical solipsism
I don’t want to hear
another ‘always’
stolen from you
by momentary bliss
look at me when you hate me
when you can’t fucking stand it
and show me your forever
in the throes
I allowed myself a small glimpse
outside of the constraints of time
I was met with the
wonderful and awful realization
another lonely heart
watching the universe breathe as one
the impossible idea
that it could all be so simple
I’ve always thought adaptability was a strength of mine
lately, I wonder what recognizing yourself looks like
where those pieces of me ended up
and if I want them back or not