Babe with the Power
Do we even like each other anymore? What if the birds never left the trees and you never noticed…
I’m a lot more reserved this time of year
I pocket experiences and miss calls from the two people I talk to
infinite internal spirals
Some of the scars I have look like shooting stars and the others look Edward Scissor hands tried to hold me up by my thighs
dreams I shouldn’t be having got words with a poetic license spilling from the holes in my skull
thirteen, seventeen, twenty two rotations
felt quite ill today and snapped
cried a lot on a cat
was not feline fine
may have gotten fired.
The best person in the whole world loves me though.
I’ve been in worst places than this and not as good at being a person then.
I’m almost 22, still figuring out how to pretend I know what I am doing as well as everyone else. I could be doing worse.
IM HERE, IM QUEER, AND IM full of existential fear