I was going to tell you. I was going to let you read a page. I swear.
I just wanted to put a
face to the feeling,
wanted a solid "you"
to write to, something
other than the blurriness.
I didn't pull you out of
your grave. I said,
scoot over.
When you walk a mile in
someone else's shoes, you
find your feet growing to
fill them out. That's the thing
about empathy:
Your own shoes are a little
too tight now. You've got
blisters on your ankles.
I had a dream that you bit
me and then ****** the
venom out. I had a dream
that you gave me mouth-to-
mouth so heavenly I forgot
who drowned me.
You had dibs over both sides
of the coin, half-dreamer, half-
dream. You made a place for
yourself inside my head. There,
you said, now I can live forever.
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
I was going to tell you. I was going to let you read a page. I swear.
I just wanted to put a
face to the feeling,
wanted a solid "you"
to write to, something
other than the blurriness.
I didn't pull you out of
your grave. I said,
scoot over.
When you walk a mile in
someone else's shoes, you
find your feet growing to
fill them out. That's the thing
about empathy:
Your own shoes are a little
too tight now. You've got
blisters on your ankles.
I had a dream that you bit
me and then ****** the
venom out. I had a dream
that you gave me mouth-to-
mouth so heavenly I forgot
who drowned me.
You had dibs over both sides
of the coin, half-dreamer, half-
dream. You made a place for
yourself inside my head. There,
you said, now I can live forever.
