i am one sad poem after another.
but i am not ashamed of it because they all reek of you—
my backstage baby
Did you know I only think of you? Of course you did.
Did you know I'm always writing for you? Of course you didn't.
Did you know I only smile for you? Yes. So now the only time i can see your teeth smiling is when they're grazing my skin, but i watched everything i had left fall through your fingers.
I think you gave up on me, or maybe i gave up on you, or maybe i never even had faith in you but it doesn't make now any less empty.
I am not hostile towards our flat-line but i still miss you.