when i bite my nails
it means i’m anxious
by anxious, i mean
'what the hell were you doing?
it took you 3 minutes to respond.
don’t you like me anymore?'
when i ask you
if you don't like me anymore
i mean
i’m back to being lackluster
by lackluster, i mean
'hey! here are my stars.'
and you'd ask, 'Where?'
on my palms
i’d show you my insides
and you'd finally notice
'but wait,
aren't those blackholes?'
by blackholes, i mean
my pupils are just too dark
that you'd get siphoned
into the nothingness that is my eyes
and by nothingness, i mean empty.
by empty, i mean
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