i cannot fathom the (i'd)ea of you (go)ing away and leav(in)g me here, i(s)olated , unable to st(an)d by mys(e)lf.i cannot fathom the (i'd)ea of you (go)ing away and leav(in)g me here, i(s)olated , unable to st(an)d by mys(e)lf.
you're perfect and you'd be perfect even if your hair was short or long and your eyes were brown or blue and your lips were big or small and you're feeling down and need someone i just want you to know you're perfect.
and i've showered four times today already and i wish i knew why i cannot scrub off shame and disgust and all other filth like i would if it were dirt.
your name is so beautiful it's written on my walls and my wrist and my thighs and it's always on the tip of my tongue written in my fogged up mirror after a shower doodled on my notebook under "favorite contacts" on my phone title of my poems (even the really dumb ones) and etched into my brain, engraved into my heart
i fancy the thought of diving into a slumber like diving into a pool with soft pillows and fresh sheets rippling. and much like swimming and wading sometimes i wish i could stay here forever but we know that'd drown me and that'd feel just like how it feels when i wake up and my reality can't even compare to sleep.