different stages of change i’m sorry i didn’t realize you were pre-contemplating the baby once sat in a ****** diaper for years and forgot he could take it off i miss you like the luxury of west coast weather after living in the east coast my whole life i’ve been preparing for peace instead of war this time my face feels different and i don’t think of my last meal as much endings make me sentimental you’ve all stormed my world so subtly
everywhere i go, i find a poet who has been there before me.