• moved my hair away from my neck • spreading it on the pillow like flowers • his ribcage is full of flowers too • there were flowers in his thighs • the flowers, i ripped out of my heart • that garden was too, too sweet • would kiss the purple bruises on his translucent soul • ***** my mind • he once touched to ease my aching • gentleness to the ugliness of me • wonderful riot in the air • i would kiss him to stop the swelling • a humming in my chest • when he left, he took the splendidness of sun with him • it’s easier to cry in pain alone • it sinks into my body • i slept with your memories • scarred and tormented • my baggage still carries your smiles • old voicemails • creak of the bed for someone leaving • a chasm began • get lost • because you could only love me sometimes
A note entry from April 8, 2020 contained these lines and phrases. They were not written to become a poem but somehow, as one, these seemingly disjointed lines make a painfully good story.