Something about hyperventilating in a kn95 mask
“Let’s not rush out and tell everybody”
You only ask me if I am upset when I don’t have the right to be
You are a child, and I always meet you more than half way
Baby talk and sleepless nights
Knowing no one else will love my disgusting self
I daydream of going back home
Knowing there isn’t one
316 miles and I feel every inch
I ask about your family
You never fucking check in on me
You said to me let’s be friends
This isn’t that
You talk about me
I haven’t been able to spit out your name in like 8 something years
You pool in my chest, I’m convinced I’m cursed
316 miles and I no longer own a single thing you’ve touched
The blue, paint-splattered sweatpants are gone, the car’s been sold
Even if I could speak your name would anything change
It just pains me too much
Bethany
You sobbed so much that your tears ran down my cheeks
It was the closest I’ve been to crying in years
I went home with your brother - not how it sounds, but a little bit that way
everything I do is a homage to you
I don’t know if I want you to know that
Was it just time that made us like this? Because we spent so much time together? No that can’t be it. Must have been the kind of time. No, it was what time it was. Formative years. I was forming. And you formed as part of me? Am I as desperate for other parts of myself? I’m not, but ... it’s projecting, I projected the pieces of myself I am most obsessed by and made them you and now I associate you with them dying, or still being here.
Maybe I should try hypnosis.
You know, maybe it was everything that never was. I’m simply a romantic who pines for the feelings, the passion, the upset. Never knowing what we were, and definitely never expecting this is how it would be.
I still remember the shape of your veins I could draw them from memory
The H on your wrist and all of the things your hands did for me
I wake up fingers yellowed
from all the cigarettes I smoke in my dreams
your laugh
your laugh
your laugh
is the lightest, most beautiful music
if I finally find rest
I find you
I wore my hair down today
because you told me to
in my dream
I touched you, given the chance
Just your arm, a long hug
You told me your mom knew I’d been coming by her house, watering her plants, leaving small puddles
I apologized
Undecided if I would stop
You said you wanted to be a mother and I supported that
You said one was on the way but not in your body because what you had done to it
I wish I could call you and tell you these things, and other things too
I am doing alright on my own and have other people to look after me and that I care for
No one is like you
And that is why I am in your house each night
Dreaming of your mother and watering the plants
"Life is Easy"