is it feeling sorry
for breaking into her heart?

is it feeling happy
to make a little art?

dying, dying
justice on my mind
definition that is melting

those answered questions just denatured.

the probability that you'll return to the human race.

is it being ripped in half by love
over and over again?

is it laying here all alone
thinking how i'm just young i should live now
not waste my youth
but tracing the image of your body
chucking arm blood into social media expressions

it's on the other side
right in front of my backwards brain
eating away at me
negating the need for me.