Learning to recognize when someone is dying inside in front of you without words is something theyโd have me teach to first graders at a school assembly, and all the children would love me as the small animals and you realize I mean no harm despite everything I am me not another
my internet tabs are 500+ different academic journals my phone galllery is full of pictures of you and my notes app spills out with all the ways i would if i was alone with you
โI loved rapesick until I realized he was mentally ill and scary. I should have seen the signsโฆโ
You loved me? I didnโt know that. Thatโs cute. I should have read the signs. They were all red and spoke โstopโ in braille when I started to touch them which reminded me of you.
You cannot unmask me because I tear, I rip my face off in front of you. Fingers and hands go under my eyes when I tilt to let you see into my brain, where my ocular nerves spill and sprawl and connect to what form I embody for you. Tell me what you see.
I went outside to see the blue moon and think of you, and I did not see the moon. She was hiding, thought of you. I saw the trees, and they were waving to me. I wanted to say โohayo!!!โ but they were not sakura trees; they were Douglas-firs. I was afraid they would not understand
I can pull myself out just long enough to write these for you, but imagine that I suffocate and die afterwards, and imagine that you are my breath that I take and I hold