Sprawled across the floor of my room

I feel drained. So empty that I feel

The sides of my body collapsing inward

I’m imploding.



It’s been a while since I have stargazed.

Danced in the rain. Written a poem.

I don’t feel butterflies because the inside

Of my stomach is so ******* cold

Why wouldn’t they in their right mind

Migrate to warmer weathers?



Someone once said I’m light, wondered

If I had low bone density. Maybe.

Or maybe I’m so hollow inside that I weigh

Nothing. My soul went on a diet of kale and

Crushed hopes. Got devastated in a game of pong

As I chugged down cups and cups of bitter reality

Late into the night. **** my 10 11 12.

This tastes worse than Keystone.

I’m *******. I’m imploding.

Good Sam me.