worried nights wasted, waiting for my mind to be misplaced
but you know how I adore being such a mess
completely heartless

I hallucinate a heart shaped halo over my head
meaning - I’ve been a good girl but naive
with my bruised longing to feel agony of several ghosts
fall inside me.

bundles of floral cotton sheets
in a peachy light, under our feet
as my eyes follow the stars in the night
tracing them to wires in a misty haze

while he only exists again in this imaginary phase
asleep but not dreaming by my pretend side
white figures gathered at the end of the bed
watch my insomnia play with the patterns that spill through my head

but I love it like this
I love this dreadful bliss
this place where I can wear my shoes home instead of
crying all the way, under a barely pink moon