the same way it begins to belong to each individual person who, not being from here, is lucky enough to live here once in their life. i’d like to feel suffocated by your presence. this is how the air is going to feel the next time i see you. the next time the next time. lost sweater. my ignorance saved me from earlier sadness. especially on sundays for some reason. on the days we would spend together, time would glide. i'd be a pair of anything if you asked me . even those things i hate. i hope they call the number today... i think about it everyday but i never get a call. please call the number today. even if i don't answer, you will get a message . i promise . i promise . promise promise promise never broken never broken . baby me at twenty almost twenty still a baby don't forget it. sure had fun planning it... i should be there it feels like i ruined everything please tell me thats not true. i'm begging you





one kiss between the bed something not shared and not a word was said. in misery i find the most beauty like that one time... head blood pavement and yet still hearing the tree leaves rustle. hiding in the bathroom. black berries smashed on the bus seat. the phone rang today and i ignored it. why did i do that? i wish they'd call again. i don't think i could get up to answer anyway. so until then, another missed personal connection. i dont know i just can't get out of bed. i need to escape. runaway again maybe. i cried yesterday. window winter. plates of rotten fruit beside me it seems like an everyday thing now. weeks inside of that month belong to everyone it seems. and i cant even remember how to spell it properly. it doesn't belong to me. and neither do you, and you make sure i'm aware of it. but no one would forget how to spell my birth month, i'm bound to be the one that gives herself first. fear is ruining my life. a little nervous but not horribly. laundry. clear desk. throw away flowers. return the stuff to the library. sleep earlier. the moon is our protection. i remember all of my birthdays. do you? headlights rushing over and waiting for love to be inside my veins.