mysticism proves that maybe
nothing exists
except our love for
ourselves.

I can hear my water bottle

Trying to explode & keep
Me awake.

maybe i’m taking this 
year to figure
things out for what
they should be. 

post nap word vomit spilling over screens
like i’m some drunk on cinco de drinko

but i swear i’m not. i slept fourteen hours
in the past twenty four and it’s not like
that anymore.

i promise you that i am not hitting on you
(right now, at least) & it’s so hard to pretend
it’s nothing.

It’s hard when I miss
You and there is no
Point to it at all. I
Blame you & myself
For all of the pain
We went through,
Was there any pain

At all?

Perfect differences in
Handwriting mean
A lot.

A moment before
Waking, we fell
In love in the key
Of C

Sometimes, fuck it
And say what you
Mean.