i have been writing risque poetry and i have been putting honey in my tea and i have not washed my hair in a week and i am a mess on legs.

i have been reading bukowski and i have been cutting off my fingernails and i have even taken my pills every morning but i still feel enigmatic.

i have been wearing silk ******* and i have been smoking cigarettes and i have been writing my ******* guts out and
oh god
i miss you
i miss you
i miss you