I think
sorry scares me the most.
How sorry are we?
feels a lot like
Thanks
like
talking all the time without
a body
go home and watch
Jennifer’s Body
cry to music & rewind yourself
be kind, sit back down
on the little shelf
remind me
again why
I feel like rain wants to fall from me
like I could turn into tomorrow again
When I want to be
last Thursday

So.
I guess if I’m not hurtin
I’m not
certain of anything

& if I’m not certain
I’m a curtain begging to be opened
to feel sun instead