you meet new people and they'll say sweet things and at first it will sting everytime they compliment you because those words weren't meant for them but as time goes along the weight in your stomach will turn into a helium balloon, floating to the top everytime they text you goodmorning and things will be going great and you won't even remember his name until one day they don't answer your messages and they post pictures with people that aren't you and the balloon will deflate and your lungs will too and you'll wonder if your mouth is full of scissors or your hands have razor blade calluses because what could be so bad about you that no one can afford to stay

the scars fade and you delete the messages, you forget what their eyes look like and what their jackets smelled of and nothing is the same but everything wants to be