they said 'simple things matter'
and i think that's a lie
because my dear,
you are very complicated
yet you are what matters to me most

i don't have anything to say. not really. how can i when my own bones feel like strangers that pilfered a body when nobody was looking? when i speak, small echoes of some one else kindly pull at my fingertips, slipping under the nail and past the cuticle where it unfolds like sad gods found to be made of origami swimming in a sea of memes. it hurts like hell. and so, i've come to know silence. it holds me. brand new shell. my process, felt.

For all it's worth
Sometimes no matter
How hard you try
It won't be enough
The trick is to never give up
No matter how many times you fall