things i have been watching
you from a dusty corner of my heart, which is as bruised as the feet of a ballerina
things i have been listening to
my heart ache
your heart scream
your breathing after consecutive nightmares
the walls listening to us
the space listening to the walls listening to us
emptiness, basically
things i have been reading
uncreative word scribbles on my diary that make little sense
things i make/write
even right now i am
making you up inside my head
& i will probably be writing about it
in poor english on random pages of textbooks
or walls
as i always do
things i have been consuming
the substance encapsulated within air—
emptiness
things i see on the reg
crummy dreams that i think reflect a
swollen heart with broken wings
things i do on the reg
watch you die—
love is watching someone die
or so they say
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