well, I’ve really made a mess of things this time haven’t I? I’ve pushed you so far away there are oceans between us, galaxies and cosmos and universes and years and miles and minutes. you’re sleeping right beside me, but you’re not really here at all
I am bored of everything. how can a person be bored of everything?
blushing I am bruising down to my toes you feel like a mirage you are a breath I took that kept me alive maybe a cough a feeling in my throat that I’m not good enough
at night i count your breaths like sheep, softly next to you i drift to sleep
i wear your disapproval like a brand-new dress, wrap myself up in it like a over-sized sweater with too-long sleeves and unraveling hemlines. it swallows me up, from the tips of my cold toes to the ends of my tangled hair. it covers me, but it doesn’t keep me warm.