how stupid of me; to think I was the only flower in your garden.
Then it was your bed,
I am still lost in you.
you will never
find words for;
you will learn
to name them
after the ones
who gave them
It’s so strange to have not known someone for very long, but to miss them as if you have known them for a thousand life times.
If you leave someone at least tell them why, because what’s more painful than being abandoned; is knowing you’re not worth an explanation.
Sometimes I confuse sadness with anxiety. Then the real anxiety hits and I remember how manic and physical it is. There is no poetry.