dear you:
recently I've been getting my hopes up
and I've been meaning
to take the shuttle there myself
but it's been so long
since I've made that trip
I'm not sure I still bleed
the way I used to
I haven't existed in a while
and maybe now I'm see-through
but if you do
get here, if you do find
yourself here wandering
in the galleries
of this
library
I must tell you
there's a possibility
that you might not find me

there's little
left
of me now
and if you ask the book-runner
for my name
she might give you
my dusty diary

if it's any consolation
you can always find me here

you can always come here

i promise that
when the wind blows
i'll think you're there

when the sky cries
i'll think you're there

when the leaves fall
i'll think you're there

every holiday,
every dinner,
every family gathering,
i'll think you're there

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

If the universe
Works in your favour
Watch out for what the hell
The world has to offer

Spiraling
                down
                          a pit
                                  of anxiety.

                     When suddenly


                          A

                          f

    ­                      r

                          e

           ­               e

                          f

                  ­        a

                          l

                         ­ l

                    headfirst
                    short
                    sharp
            ­        burst.

                          And then

P     r     o     c     r   a    s    tination
spilled         un   e   ve       nly

           on a tiled bathroom floor.