you seem like the sort of person i could tell things to that I might have never told anyone else. how sometimes i feel like i'm drowning and maybe that's why i'm afraid of the ocean. how the song disorder sounds like the night and how it makes me feel alive and dead at the same time. i go to concerts so that the bass can keep my heart beating. sometimes i lay awake for hours staring at my laptop feeling numb and empty and sometimes i wish someone would hold me until i feel whole again. i think i would be okay if that person were you. you've always been so kind to me in a way that makes me feel uncomfortable. i don't know what to do with kindness. maybe you could help me. i'm not good at feeling things. sometimes i feel nothing and sometimes i feel everything but my feelings for you always made sense in a way that the others didn't. i'm bad at talking let's just drive. the night air makes me feel alive and free. i love the way the world looks lit up and the reflections of street lamps and flickering neon shop signs and the way their light paints our faces. you looked at me so gently that night before you left. i pretend to know the words that were frozen on your lips and i go to sleep with my heart keeping time with joy division bass lines.
it's 4:27am and i miss you this is more ofΒ Β diary entry than a poem but i didn't know where else to put it